Walter Scott, fully Sir Walter Scott,1st Baronet

Walter
Scott, fully Sir Walter Scott,1st Baronet
1771
1832

Scottish Historical Novelist, Playwright and Poet

Author Quotes

Deceive, Weave, Web Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer. - Walter Scott

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

He is most powerful who governs himself.

Her haughtiness and habit of domination was, therefore, a fictitious character, induced over that which was natural to her, and it deserted her when her eyes were opened to the extent of her own danger, as well as that of her lover and her guardian; and when she found her will, the slightest expression of which was wont to command respect and attention, now placed in opposition to that of a man of a strong, fierce, and determined mind, who possessed the advantage over her, and was resolved to use it, she quailed before him.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

In a civilized society, law is the chimney through which all that smoke discharges itself that used to circulate through the whole house, and put everyone's eyes out - no wonder, therefore, that the vent itself should sometimes get a little sooty.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.

No pale gradations quench his ray, no twilight dews his wrath allay.

Of all the train, none escaped except Wamba, who showed upon the occasion much more courage than those who pretended to greater sense.

Perhaps the perusal of such works may, without injustice, be compared with the use of opiates, baneful, when habitually and constantly resorted to, but of most blessed power in those moments of pain and of langor, when the whole head is sore, and the whole heart sick. If those who rail indiscriminately at this species of composition, were to consider the quantity of actual pleasure it produces, and the much greater proportion of real sorrow and distress which it alleviates, their philanthropy ought to moderate their critical pride, or religious intolerance.

She died at nine in the morning, after being ill for two days-easy at last. I arrived here late last night. For myself, I scarce know how I feel - sometimes as firm as the Bass Rock, sometimes as weak as the waters that break on it. . . . May 18- Another day, and a bright one to the external world, again opens on us; the air soft, and the flowers smiling, and the leaves glittering. They cannot refresh her to whom mild weather was a natural enjoyment. Cerements of lead and wood already hold her; cold earth must have her soon. But it is not my Charlotte, it is not the bride of my youth, the mother of my children, that will be laid among the ruins of Cryburgh, which we have so often visited in gaiety and pastime. No, no. She is sentient and conscious of my emotions somewhere- somehow; where we cannot tell - how we cannot tell; yet would I not this moment renounce her in a better world, for all that this world can give me. [Upon the death of his wife]

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

The education of our hero, Edward Waverley, was of a nature somewhat desultory. In infancy his health suffered, or was supposed to suffer (which is quite the same thing), by the air of London.

The vast and inexhaustible variety of knavery, folly, affectation, humour, etc., etc., as mingled with each other, or as modified by difference of age, sex, temper, education, profession, and habit of body, are all within the royalty of the modern comic dramatist?. The ancients were much more limited in their circle of materials.

There is perhaps no time at which we are disposed to think so highly of a friend as when we find him standing higher than we expected in the esteem of others.

To all the sensual world proclaim, one crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon

When, musing on companions gone, we doubly feel ourselves alone.

You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.

Despite those titles, power, and pelf, the wretch, concentred all in self, living, shall forfeit fair renown, and, doubly dying, shall go down to the vile dust, from whence he sprung,

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.

Here he produced two immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain a whole ream of closely written manuscript. They had been the labor of the worthy man's whole life; and never were labor and zeal more absurdly wasted.

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?

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First Name
Walter
Last Name
Scott, fully Sir Walter Scott,1st Baronet
Birth Date
1771
Death Date
1832
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Scottish Historical Novelist, Playwright and Poet