Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
BARONESS ORCZYOdd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
BARONESS ORCZYVirtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
BARONESS ORCZYYour mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
BARONESS ORCZYWhen they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.
BARONESS ORCZYThe weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
BARONESS ORCZYSink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
BARONESS ORCZYShe said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
BARONESS ORCZYEven the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.
BARONESS ORCZYLook at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
BARONESS ORCZYThus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.
BARONESS ORCZY…but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.
BARONESS ORCZYmusic is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires.
BARONESS ORCZYMoney and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
BARONESS ORCZYA woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
BARONESS ORCZYTo love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.
BARONESS ORCZYWhen will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?’ When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.
BARONESS ORCZY