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“Nothing in this world is hidden forever. The gold which has lain for centuries unsuspected in the ground, reveals itself one day on the surface. Sand turns traitor, and betrays the footstep that has passed over it; water gives back to the tell-tale surface the body that has been drowned. Fire itself leaves the confession, in ashes, of the substance consumed in it. Hate breaks its prison-secrecy in the thoughts, through the doorway of the eyes; and Love finds the Judas who betrays it by a kiss. Look where we will, the inevitable law of revelation is one of the laws of nature: the lasting preservation of a secret is a miracle which the world has never yet seen.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Lo que no está en mi corazón, no lo escribirá mi pluma.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Men, being accustomed to act on reflection themselves, are a great deal too apt to believe that women act on reflection, too. Women do nothing of the sort. They act on impulse; and, in nine cases out of ten, they are heartily sorry for it afterward.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Magdalen drew further and further back. A twig from a tree near caught her cloak; she turned petulantly, broke it off, and threw it on the ground. "What right have you to question me?" she broke out on a sudden. "Whether I like Frank, or whether I don't, what interest is it of yours?" As she said the words, she abruptly stepped forward to pass her sister and return to the house.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“The sad truth is, I am a martyr to my own sense of order. All untidiness, all want of system and regularity, cause me the acutest irritation. My attention is distracted, my composure is upset;”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“accustomed to lure him into speaking of himself. But she put them far less spontaneously, far less adroitly, than usual. Her one all-absorbing anxiety in entering that room was not an anxiety to be trifled with.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Nothing in the world is hidden forever.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and what is not in my heart my pen won't write.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“the mysterious morning stillness of hall and staircase. Who were the sleepers hidden in the upper regions? Let the house reveal its own secrets; and, one by one,”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“May I ask a question, doctor? Is she pining in this close place, too? When her sister comes, will her sister take her away?”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“IT wanted little more than a fortnight to Christmas; but the weather showed no signs yet of the frost and snow, conventionally associated with the coming season. The atmosphere was unnaturally warm, and the old year was dying feebly in sapping rain and enervating mist.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Now, Betteredge, exert those sharp wits of yours, and observe the conclusion to which the Colonel's instructions point!" I instantly exerted my wits. They were of the slovenly English sort; and they consequently muddled it all”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“She put the Trust into her sister's hand. Magdalen took it from her mechanically. "You!" she said, looking at her sister with the remembrance of all that she had vainly ventured, of all that she had vainly suffered, at St. Cruxâ€�"you have found it!”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Her heart beat as if it would suffocate her. She had kept her promise bravely. The whole story of her life, from the time of the home-wreck at Combe-Raven to the time when she had destroyed the Secret Trust in her sister's presence, had been all laid before him. Nothing that she had done, nothing even that she had thought, had been concealed from his knowledge.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Here is one more book that depicts the struggle of a human creature, under those opposing influences of Good and Evil, which we have all felt, which we have all known.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“On all ordinary occasions Magdalen's appetite would have terrified those feeble sentimentalists, who affect to ignore the all-important influence which female feeding exerts in the production of female beauty.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“CHAPTER”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“My shutting the door won't keep him from coming back. Your shutting the door will. Have you the courage to shut it? Are you fond enough of him not to stand in his light?”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Does it matter who we are, or what we keep or lose?”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Look where we may, the dark threads and the light cross each other perpetually in the texture of human life.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Collins wrote a dramatic version of The Woman in White that made its London debut at the Olympic Theatre on October 9, 1871. It ran on Broadway for three weeks in 1873.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“[...] we will leave this place, and go into other lodgings - you as the mistress; and I as the maid."
"I should be found out, ma'am," interposed Louisa, trembling at the prospect before her. "I am not a lady."
"And I am," said Magdalen bitterly. "Shall I tell you what a lady is? A lady is a woman who wears a silk gown, and has a sense of her own importance. I shall put the gown on your back, and the sense in your head.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“[...] Louisa's attention, which had been wandering more and more during the progress of Magdalen's inquiries, wandered away altogether.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“You're the most extraordinary man I ever met with. One would think you had done nothing all your life but take people in."
Captain Wragge received that unconscious tribute to his native genius with the complacency of a man who felt that he thoroughly deserved it.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Noel Vanstone [...] composed himself to meet the coming ordeal, with reclining head and grasping hands - in the position familiarly associated to all civilized humanity with a seat in a dentist's chair.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Let the end come as it may, here I am ready to profit by it: here I am, facing both ways, with perfect ease and security - a moral agriculturist, with his eye on two crops at once, and his swindler's sickle ready for any emergency.
For the next week to come, the newspaper will be more interesting to me than ever. I wonder which side I shall eventually belong to?”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“On the small neutral ground of self-importance, the best men and the worst meet on the same terms.”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“So do extremes meet; and such is sometimes the all-embracing capacity of the approval of a fool!”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“Very strange!" he said to himself, vacantly. "It's like a scene in a novel—it's like nothing in real life." He”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name

“There was genuine regret in his face as he showed her that trifling attention. He was a vagabond and a cheat; he had lived a mean, shuffling, degraded life, but he was human; and she had found her way to the lost sympathies in him which not even the self-profanation of a swindler's existence could wholly destroy. "Damn”
― Wilkie Collins, No Name