Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

from desire I rush to satisfaction; from satisfaction I leap to desire.

She was quick to anger, quick to laughter, and jolly from the depths of her soul.

...she (the artist, the writer) doesn't wait for inspiration, she acts in the anticipation of its apparition.

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings, — a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.

A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

To succeed, jump as quickly at opportunities as you do at conclusions.

She had seen no one who had so touched her. But she was alive to the romance of the thing, and was in love with the idea of being in love.

There was a young lady of Wight Who travelled much faster than light She departed one day In a relative way And arrived on the previous night

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

When a woman rises up in glory, her energy is magnetic and her sense of possibility contagious.