Цитаты из книги «Ярмарка тщеславия / Vanity Fair»

they treated her with such extreme kindness and patronised her, that the poor little thing was in fact perfectly dumb in their presence and as stupid as they thought her

She was quite a different person from the haughty, shy, dissatisfied little girl whom we have known previously.

let us see if some day or the other I cannot show Miss Amelia my real superiority over her. Not that I dislike poor Amelia: who can dislike such a harmless, good-natured creature? – only it will be a fine day when I can take my place above her in the world, as why, indeed, should I not?”

accepted all the kind little Amelia’s presents, after the proper degree of hesitation and reluctance.

Dobbin’s spirit rose with his altered circumstances.

“It’s my fault, sir – not Figs’ – not Dobbin’s. I was bullying a little boy; and he served me right.” By which speech he not only saved his conqueror a whipping, but got back all his ascendancy over the boys which his defeat had nearly cost him.[10]

It was the lad who had peached upon him about the grocer’s cart; but he bore little malice,[9] not at least towards the young and small. There was everyday life before honest William; and a big boy beating a little one without cause.

But she never had been a girl, she said; she had been a woman since she was eight years old.

Persons whom all the world treats ill, deserve entirely the treatment they get. The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.

“Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural,” answered Miss Rebecca. “I’m no angel.” And, to say the truth, she certainly was not.