Showing posts with label Grudges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grudges. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Quote of the Day (Charlotte Bronte, on Not Holding Grudges)

"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs…. No; I cannot believe that: I hold another creed: which no one ever taught me, and which I seldom mention; but in which I delight, and to which I cling: for it extends hope to all: it makes Eternity a rest—a mighty home, not a terror and an abyss. Besides, with this creed, I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last: with this creed revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low: I live in calm, looking to the end." — English novelist Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855), Jane Eyre (1847)

These words are spoken in the novel by Jane Eyre’s doomed but serene childhood friend, Helen Burns—played, in the 1943 screen adaptation, by 11-year-old Elizabeth Taylor (on the right in the attached image, with Peggy Ann Garner as the young Jane Eyre).

Friday, January 29, 2016

Quote of the Day (Elinor Lipman, on Her Wide Range of Grudges)



“My grudges come in all sizes and flavors: there are the mild ones (failure to return calls, to RSVP, or to send a thank-you note for the hand- knit baby sweater with the hand-blown buttons); the ancient grudges (mean boys and idiot bosses); the vanquished grudges (wrote a letter, filed a grievance, called the mother); the consumer grudges (I've never returned to the chichi kitchen boutique whose snobby owner was so rude to Aunt Hattie, age eighty-eight, just because she asked if they carried Salad Shooters); the noble grudges (against bigots, anti-Semites, and bullies); the social grudges (rudeness, cluelessness, knowingly seating me at a terrible table at a reception); grudges once removed (against total strangers who have been mean to my friends either in person or via a book review); defunct grudges (against the dead, such as my first-grade teacher, who made the entire class take their seats when meek me accidentally bumped into the window, bumped into a window, causing the shade to fly up during an indoor, rainy-day recess).”— Elinor Lipman, “Good Grudgekeeping,” in I Can’t Complain: (All Too) Personal Essays (2013)