Ada Esther Leverson (née Beddington; 10 October 1862 – 30 August 1933) was a British writer who is known for her friendship with Oscar Wilde and for her work as a witty novelist of the fin-de-siècle.
Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.
As a rule the person found out in a betrayal of love holds, all the same, the superior position of the two. It is the betrayed one who is humiliated.
A morbid propensity that causes great suffering in domestic life is often curiously infectious to the very person for whom it creates most suffering.
She could carry off anything; and some people said that she did.
an optimist is the man who looks after your eyes, and the pessimist the person who looks after your feet.
Feminine intuition, a quality perhaps even rarer in women than in men.
It is all very well to say that children are happier with mud pies and rag dolls than with these elaborate delights. There may be something in this theory, but when their amusements are carried to such a point of luxurious and imaginative perfection it certainly gives them great and even unlimited enjoyment at the time.
When I see a cheerful young man shrieking about how full of life he is, banging on a drum, and blowing on a tin trumpet, and speaking of his good spirits, it depresses me, since naturally it gives the contrary impression. It can't be real. It ought to be but it isn't. If the noisy person meant what he said, he wouldn't say it.
Most people now seem to treasure anything they value in proportion to the extent that it's followed about and surrounded by the vulgar public.
When a passion is not realized. . . it fades away, or becomes ideal worship--Dante--Petrarch--that sort of thing!
Suspense is torture. . . but delightful--or there'd be no gambling in the world.
A butler in an English household should, however, be English, and as much like an archbishop as possible.
She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night.
It's always something to get one's wish, even if the wish is a failure.
All really frank people are amusing, and would remain so if they could remember that other people may sometimes want to be frank and amusing too.
The marvellous instinct with which women are usually credited seems too often to desert them on the only occasions when it would be of any real use. One would say it was there for trivialities only, since in a crisis they are usually dense, fatally doing the wrong thing. It is hardly too much to say that most domestic tragedies are caused by the feminine intuition of men and the want of it in women.
Modesty is a valuable merit. . . in people who have no other, and the appearance of it is extremely useful to those who have.
Absurdly improbable things are quite as liable to happen in real life as in weak literature.
The Futurists?. . . . Well, of course, they are already past.
There is, of course, no joy so great as the cessation of pain; in fact all joy, active or passive, is the cessation of some pain, since it must be the satisfaction of a longing, even perhaps an unconscious longing.