“Just close your eyes—and think of England.”

The Queen has done all she could on the dreadful subject of vivisection, and hopes that Mr. Gladstone will speak strongly against such a practice which is a disgrace to humanity.

No civilization is complete which does not include the dumb and defenseless of God’s creatures within the sphere of charity and mercy.

A marriage is no amusement but a solemn act, and generally a sad one.

Beware of artists, they mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous.

He speaks to Me as if I was a public meeting.

Everybody grows but me.

We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat. They do not exist.

The danger to the country, to Europe, to her vast Empire, which is involved in having all these great interests entrusted to the shaking hand of an old, wild, and incomprehensible man of 82, is very great!

I positively think that ladies who are always enceinte quite disgusting; it is more like a rabbit or guinea-pig than anything else and really it is not very nice.

An ugly baby is a very nasty object – and the prettiest is frightful.

We will not have failure – only success and new learning.

Bring me a cup of tea and the ‘Times.’

I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous.

I think people really marry far too much; it is such a lottery after all, and for a poor woman a very doubtful happiness.

I am every day more convinced that we women, if we are to be good women, feminine and amiable and domestic, are not fitted to reign; at least it is they that drive themselves to the work which it entails.

That Book, the Bible, accounts for the supremacy of England. England has become great & happy by the knowledge of the true God through Jesus Christ.

Your eyes looking into mine are like fuel to fire.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

The stars shone brightly that night. But the brightest ones seemed to have found their way into your eyes.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

Clasp me in your warm embrace, let me feel the love your eyes so boldly promise.