The marvellous instinct with which women are usually credited seems too often to desert them on the only occasions when it would be of any real use. One would say it was there for trivialities only
ADA LEVERSONSuspense is torture … but delightful–or there’d be no gambling in the world.
More Ada Leverson Quotes
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Everything comes to the man who won’t wait.
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When a passion is not realized … it fades away, or becomes ideal worship–Dante–Petrarch–that sort of thing!
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You don’t know a woman until you have had a letter from her.
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Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.
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There is, of course, no joy so great as the cessation of pain; in fact all joy, active or passive, is the cessation of some pain, since it must be the satisfaction of a longing, even perhaps an unconscious longing.
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Most people would far rather be seen through than not be seen at all.
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You don’t really know a woman until she writes you a letter.
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Looking at the poems of John Gray when I saw the tiniest rivulet of text meandering through the very largest meadow of margin,
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She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night.
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The Futurists?…. Well, of course, they are already past.
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She could carry off anything; and some people said that she did.
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envy, as a rule, is of success rather than of merit. No one would have objected to his talent deserving recognition – only to his getting it.
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Most people now seem to treasure anything they value in proportion to the extent that it’s followed about and surrounded by the vulgar public.
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an optimist is the man who looks after your eyes, and the pessimist the person who looks after your feet.
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To a woman–I mean, a nice woman–there is no such thing as men. There is a man; and either she is so fond of him that she can talk of nothing else, however unfavourably, or so much in love with him that she never mentions his name.
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