Margaret Oliphant
Margaret Oliphant
Margaret Oliphant Wilson Oliphant, was a Scottish novelist and historical writer, who usually wrote as Mrs. Oliphant. Her fictional works encompass "domestic realism, the historical novel and tales of the supernatural"...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 April 1828
Margaret Oliphant quotes about
world timing this-world
It is so seldom in this world that things come just when they are wanted ...
spring men poverty
Spring cold is like the poverty of a poor man who has had a fortune left him - better days are coming ...
travel home world
A hotel is a hotel all the world over, a place essentially vulgar, commonplace, venal, the travesty of a human home.
truth suits cases
Somehow even a popular fallacy has an aspect of truth when it suits one's own case.
people way dividing
I have my own way of dividing people, as I suppose most of us have. There are those whom I can talk to, and those whom I can't.
disappointment succeed excellent
... I have always been a disappointment to my friends. I have no gift of talk, not much to say; and though I have always been an excellent listener, that only succeeds under auspicious circumstances.
beloved enough
Many love me, but by none am I enough beloved.
people experience
there are some people who never learn; indeed, few people learn by experience, so far as I have ever seen.
strong looks speak
there's looks as speaks as strong as words ...
husband work equality
I scarcely remember any writer who has ever ventured to say that the half of the work of the world is actually accomplished by women; and very few husbands who would be otherwise than greatly startled and amazed, if not indignant, if not derisive, at the suggestion of such an idea as that the work of their wives was equal to their own.
compassion imagination firsts
imagination is the first faculty wanting in those that do harm to their kind ...
perfection melancholy
All perfection is melancholy.
self doubt secret
It is often easier to justify one's self to others than to respond to the secret doubts that arise in one's own bosom.
sweet children blessed
Truly there is nothing in the world so blessed or so sweet as the heritage of children.