But during those two months of fog. . . The saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be upon the beach yourself, and see the long waves coming in; to know that they are long waves, but only see a piece of them. And to hear them lifting roundly, swelling over smooth green rocks, plashing down in the hollow corners, but bearing on all the same as ever, soft and sleek and sorrowful, till their little noise is over.

— R.D. Blackmore

Either love me not at all, or as I love you, forever.

— R.D. Blackmore

It seemed to me that if the lawyers failed to do their duty, they ought to pay people for waiting upon them, instead of making them pay for it.

— R.D. Blackmore

I wandered in the streets, what with the noise the people made, the number of the coaches, the running of the footmen, the swaggering of great courtiers, and the thrusting aside of everybody, many a time I longed to be back among the sheep again, for fear of losing my peacefulness of spirit.

— R.D. Blackmore

The motives of mankind are plainer than the motions they produce.

— R.D. Blackmore

There was power all around, that power and that goodness, which make us come, as it were, outside our bodily selves, to share them. Over and beside us breathes the joy of hope and promise; under foot are troubles past; in the distance lowering newness tempts us ever forward. We quicken with largesse of life, and spring with vivid mystery.

— R.D. Blackmore