Best 30 quotes of Mary Russell Mitford on MyQuotes

A novel should be as like life as a painting, but not as like life as a piece of waxwork.

Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.

Buonaparte is certainly writing, or rather dictating, his memoirs. He walks backwards and forwards with his hands behind him, and dictates so fast that two or three of his suite are obliged to be in attendance, that the one may take down one-half of a sentence, and another the rest; they then literally compare notes, and put the disjointed legs and wings and heads of periods together. This is writing a book as he fought a battle.

Does it not appear to you versatility is the true and rare characteristic of that rare thing called genius-versatility and playfulness? In my mind they are both essential.

Enthusiasm is very catching, especially when it is very eloquent.

Fashion is a capricious deity.

Friendship is the bread of the heart.

I detest so much ... those persons, who insist upon telling you everything - who labor every point, as the lawyers say, as if they thought all excellence consisted in length.

I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.

I foresee that the Andersen and Fairy Tale fashion will not last; none of these things away from general nature do.

I have discovered that our great favourite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman...with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers...

I have had a great misfortune; my dear old dog is dead.

I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.

In our present high state of civilization, people are so much alike, that anything at all odd comes on one with the freshness and character of an antique coin among smooth shillings.

I place flowers in the very first rank of simple pleasures; and I have no very good opinion of the hard worldly people who take no delight in them.

I prepare myself for all disappointments by expecting nothing.

No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day.

Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden!

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] ... for finish, and melody of versification, there is nothing approaching to Miss Barrett in this day, or in any other - also for diction. Her words paint.

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] Her sweetness of character is even beyond her genius.

Our English people are much addicted to raising idols, and then revenging themselves on their own idolatry by knocking down and demolishing the poor bits of wood and stone that they had worshipped as gods. How many literary reputations have been so treated!

Prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason.

She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever.

There is no running away from a great grief.

The slightest emotion of disinterested kindness that passes through the mind improves and refreshes that mind, producing generous thought and noble feeling, as the sun and rain foster your favourite flowers. Cherish kind wishes, my children; for a time may come when you may be enabled to put them in practice.

... they know little of the passions who seek to argue with that most intractable of them all, the fear that is born of love.

To think of playing cricket for hard cash! Money and gentility would ruin any pastime under the sun.

Trees and children are, of all living things, those whose growth soonest makes one feel one's age.

Well, great authors are great people - but I believe that they are best seen at a distance.

We may admire people for being wise, but we like them best when they are foolish.