"Unloved" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... she could find, then to return to her solitary musings. She thought herself extremely neglected, and the repentance and sense of shame which she had more or less experienced in the morning and the memory of Dr. Maybright's words and the look in has grave eyes had faded under a feeling of being unloved, forsaken, forgotten. Even David had never come near her—David, who lived for her. Was she not his queen as well as sister? Was he not her dutiful subject as well as ...
— Polly - A New-Fashioned Girl • L. T. Meade
... unloved, so undeserving of love, is said to have once had a warm heart. His early troubles and his domestic griefs are said to have soured and ...
— Great Fortunes, and How They Were Made • James D. McCabe, Jr.
... strength of these ugly truths, and so sooner or later, smite some tender-souled poet or poetess on the lips who might have sung the world into sweet trances, had we not silenced the matin-song in its first low breathings! Just as my heart yearns over the unloved, just so it sorrows for the ungifted who are doomed to the pangs of an undeceived self-estimate. I have always tried to be gentle with the most hopeless cases. My experience, however, has not ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
... possible for persons to acquire a great deal of information and to become skillful in many things and still be unloved by those with ...
— The Girl Wanted • Nixon Waterman
... rod at the back of a stall. Nobody was buying there, nobody even looked to buy as Ned watched for a minute; the stream swept past and the grizzled face stared on. It had no body, no hands even, it was as if hung there, a trunkless head. It was the face of a generation grown old, useless and unloved, which lived by the crumbs that fall from Demos' table and waited wearily to be gone. It expressed nothing, that was the pain in it. It was haggard and grizzled and worn out, that was all. It know itself no good to anybody, know that labouring was a pain and thinking a weariness, and hope the delusion ...
— The Workingman's Paradise - An Australian Labour Novel • John Miller
... of many things: of the father whom she had loved so dearly, whose memory was still so mournfully dear to her; of her old home at Hyley; of her visits to these dear Mercers; of her schooldays, and her new unloved home in the smart Bayswater villa. She confided in me as she had never done before; and when we turned in the chill autumn gloaming, I had told her of my love, and had won from her the sweet confession of ...
— Birds of Prey • M. E. Braddon
... She was beautiful and clever, and constant and brave, but she lived unloved and died unlamented because of her ...
— Miss Elliot's Girls • Mrs Mary Spring Corning
... they from his presence, but the world Loves not the men who are unloved of kings. The silversmiths that made the idol shrines, Raised, as of old, a tumult, and the youths Fled secretly, and sought a refuge safe Among the mountain heights near Ephesus; And there within a hidden cave they dwelt, While Malchus (one of them, but lately come To ...
— Across the Sea and Other Poems. • Thomas S. Chard
... This unloved and terrible man, still leaning upon the shoulder of Vergilius, wept feebly. It seemed as if the infirmity of old age had fallen suddenly upon him. He muttered, in a weak and piping tone, of his great life weariness. Then he seemed to ...
— Vergilius - A Tale of the Coming of Christ • Irving Bacheller
... to love in any way, has "caught God's secret." How he has caught it, whom he loves, whether or not he is loved in return, all these things matter little. The paramount question on which hangs man's fate is, has he learned to love another, any other, Fifine or Elvire. "She has lost me," said the unloved lover; "I have gained her. Her ...
— Browning as a Philosophical and Religious Teacher • Henry Jones
... it in a man that will not suffer him to let a woman, loved or unloved, stand in the last resort against his will? At any other time I would have pleaded with her; would have ended, mayhap, by weakly deferring to her wish. But now—well, you must remember, my dears, that I was the trapped rat. I took her gently in my arms, set her aside, ...
— The Master of Appleby • Francis Lynde |
