“ The narrow ways trodden of men are miserable; they have high walls on each side, and but an occasional glimpse of the sky above; and in such paths lady Arctura was trying to walk. The true way, though narrow, is not unlovely: most footpaths are lovelier than high roads. ”
Narrow way
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Quotes about “narrow way”
Charles Ebert Orr, How to Live a Holy Life
“ The way along which the Christian walks is a narrow way. "Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, that leadeth unto life." But we need have no fear; for although it is narrow, it is not dark. "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." ”
H. J. Wilmot-Buxton, The Life of Duty, v. 2
“ Let us think of some of the rules by which we must walk in the narrow way. We must walk humbly. It is a narrow way remember, and if we walk with our heads lifted up by pride, we shall miss our footing, and slip from the path. The gate, too, is strait, or narrow. ”
Various, The Little Review, December 1914…
“ Enter by the narrow gate, for the gate is broad and the road is wide that leads to destruction, and many enter that way. But the road that leads to life is both narrow and close, and there are few who find it. ”
Various, The Catholic World, Vol. 11, April…
“ She does not shackle reason; she preserves it from error and ruin. How often is the way of science a narrow ridge, with deep gulfs on either side! Feeble man walks along the narrow crest with trembling limbs, or crawls on, dubiously and slowly, in the dark. ”
Matthew Henry, Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Whole Bible… (1700s)
“ Thus, though our Master has assured us that his yoke is easy, yet lest, upon the presumption of this, we should grow remiss and careless, he has also told us that the gate is strait, and the way narrow, that leads to life, that we may therefore strive to enter, and not seek only. ”
“ Waive pleasure and renown; The World's dread scoff undaunted bear, And face its deadliest frown. To labour and to love, To pardon and endure, To lift thy heart to God above, And keep thy conscience pure, Be this thy constant aim, Thy hope and thy delight, What matters who should whisper blame, Or who should scorn or slight? What matters - if thy God approve, And if within thy breast, Thou feel the comfort of his love, The earnest of his rest? This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ She saw Bobby crying with his mouth open and his eyes shut, trying to squeeze the tears from between his lids."Hush that, Bobby! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"Bobby cried louder. When she came down the path her undeviating approach made him mad with passion. "Dow 'way!" he shouted. When Aunt Alice reached him he pounded against her stomach with his fists.She clasped his plump wrists folded in fat and held them while he struggled until the dirt and sweat with which they were grimed rolled up under her fingers. At this moment she loved him more intensely because she could hurt him. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ She felt herself to be the one person in the world who understood Laurence, but she knew that he feared and resented her understanding. He had always been saturnine and had lived his life alone. At college he paid his own way until he won a medal which entitled him to a scholarship. After this he devoted himself to research work in biology. Alice's imagination had never quite encompassed his impulse in marrying Winnie and it was still more difficult to understand why Winnie had committed herself. Even in the days of courtship Winnie had often fled in tears from her lover. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ Winnie and Laurence can get somebody else to fetch and carry and clean up for their children. As you say, I have no right here. I ought not to be alive. But you can tell your father how it is and he'll find a way to get rid of me."Alice was still like a mountain. "That's all right, Mamma. I'll tell Papa what you say—that you are willing for him to arrange for a divorce. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ With a gallant inclination of the head the butcher promised to send them at once.She made her way through the bitter-smelling gloom and as she pushed the screen door open a large blue fly rose stupidly and bumped against her face.She was obliged to go to the grocer's and to the bakery and when she approached her home again it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. May, Winnie's little girl, an unhealthy looking child with lustrous wax-like skin, large, vapid, glazed, blue eyes, and thin, damp curls of gray-blonde hair which clung to her hollow shoulders, rose from the shadowed doorstep. ”
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Rambles in Germany and Italy in 1840… (1844)
“ I own I had no desire to linger longer in this land: we had continued for so many days among ravines, defiles, and narrow valleys, peering up at the sky from the depths between mountains, that the eye grew eager for a view of heaven, and yearned to behold a more extensive horizon. When the bourne of a journey lies beyond, the desire to linger, even in beautiful scenery, is weak. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ One day she had done her hair a new way, and, going into the living-room, had caught Laurence's ridiculing eyes upon her. That was before he married Winnie. Alice realized that something had gone wild in her. She had picked a paper knife from a table and hurled it at him and it had cut his hand. His face had turned scarlet, then white, then scarlet again. He had gone out as if he were glad, without speaking to her.After that she fixed her hair the old way and avoided the mirror. She did not want to realize what she was. Nothing existed but work. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ The little gold clasp of the pince-nez was like the claw of impotence buried in its own flesh.Alice tapped the floor with her foot. "Do you know what Mamma thinks, Papa? I'm sure I don't."Mr. Farley stared under his fingers at the floor where the dim pattern of the carpet grew more dim. "I know what you have told me.""I can't stand the atmosphere here. If you and she don't find some way to talk it out you'll drive Laurence and me insane."Mr. Farley sighed deeply. "I'm ready and willing to discuss anything. ”
Evelyn Scott, The Narrow House
“ He and Papa will quarrel again! You shouldn't have let him do this way, Mamma Farley! Oh, feel my hands! They're so cold!" Her eyes, large and dark, shone with a languid and deliberate excitement. She wished that Alice were in the room to see her. Wry thoughts of Laurence. Resentment in Winnie's mind was like grit in something that otherwise would have moved oiled."What must I do, Mamma Farley? Shall I go to the door?" Winnie wrung her hands. ”
Duke of Saxe-Weimar-Eisenach Bernhard, Travels Through North America, During the Years 1825 and 1826…
“ But the distant finishing which nature has given to the picture, is of a very different character. It is a true contrast to the foreground. It is as placid and delightful, as that is wild and tremendous. For the mountain being cloven asunder, she presents to your eye, through the cleft, a small catch of smooth blue horizon, at an infinite distance in the plain country, inviting you, as it were, from the riot and tumult roaring around, to pass through the breach and participate of the calm below. Here the eye ultimately composes itself; and that way too the road happens actually to lead. ”
William Hickling Prescott,
History of the Conquest of Mexico…
“ Listen, my daughters; in this world it is necessary to live with much prudence and circumspection. Hear this allegory, which I shall now tell you, and preserve it, and take from it a warning and example for living aright. Here, in this world, we travel by a very narrow, steep, and dangerous road, which is as a lofty mountain ridge, on whose top passes a narrow path ”
Anna Katharine Green,
The Golden Slipper. And Other Problems for Violet Strange…
(1915)
“ For journey the shortest distance may seem when every inch means a heart-throb and one grows old in traversing a foot. At first the way was easy; she had but to crawl up a slight incline with the comforting consciousness that two people were within reach of her voice, almost within sound of her beating heart. ”
Harold Bell Wright,
The Winning of Barbara Worth
“ But always the road led toward those mountains that lifted their oak-clad shoulders and pine-fringed ridges across the way as though in dark and solemn warning to any who should dare set their faces toward the dreadful land of want and death that lay on their other side. ”
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Rambles in Germany and Italy in 1840… (1844)
“ Our path lay through a wood, and as twilight deepened we sometimes doubted whether we had not gone astray through the gloom of the thicket. You know that a mile of unknown road, with some suspicion hovering in the mind as to whether you are in the right path, becomes at least three, or rather one feels as if it would never end. ”
Sabine Baring-Gould,
A Book of the Cevennes
(1907)
“ The path, or track rather, changes direction at every moment, wriggling in and out among the rocks, over fallen masses, down descents where the brambles throw long streamers across one's path to arrest progress ”
Anna Adolph, Arqtiq: A Study of the Marvels at the North Pole
“ Our path is strangely smooth, as though some hitherto sea had congealed and left a frozen plain, which gives us grateful relief until our direction ceases and the last marked path stops, and an icy lobe rears high before us. ”
Jules Verne,
Amazing Stories — A Trip to the Center of the Earth
“ That in which you are now lying, must necessarily bring you to this point, for it appears that all these mighty fissures, these fractures of the globe's interior radiate from the vast cavern which we at this moment occupy. Rouse yourself, then, have courage and continue on your route. Walk if you can, if not, drag yourself along—slide, if nothing else is possible. The slope must be rather rapid—and you will find strong arms to receive you at the end of your journey. Make a start, like a good fellow. ”
Bayard Taylor,
Lands of the Saracen
(1859)
“ Our road lay over a vast plain, seemingly boundless, for the lofty mountain-ranges that surrounded it on all sides were so distant and cloud-like, and so lifted from the horizon by the deceptive mirage, that the eye did not recognize their connection with it. ”
Ralph Waldo Trine,
In Tune with the Infinite; or, Fullness of Peace…
“ And if now we merely set our faces in the right direction, it is then but a matter of time until we come into the full splendors of this complete realization. To set one's face in the direction of the mountain and then simply to journey on, whether rapidly or more slowly, will bring him to it. But unless one set his face in the right direction and make the start, he will not reach it. ”
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
The Conduct of Life — Illusions
(1860)
“ A sudden rise in the road shows us the system of mountains, and all the summits, which have been just as near us all the year, but quite out of mind. But these alternations are not without their order, and we are parties to our various fortune. ”
Robert Louis Stevenson,
Essays of Travel
“ He may change his mind at every finger-post, and, where ways meet, follow vague preferences freely and go the low road or the high, choose the shadow or the sun-shine, suffer himself to be tempted by the lane that turns immediately into the woods, or the broad road that lies open before him into the distance, and shows him the far-off spires of some city, or a range of mountain-tops, or a rim of sea, perhaps, along a low horizon. ”
Julien Thoulet, Smithsonian Report/1898 (1899)
“ He distinguishes each error that he has committed. If, then, turning round, he looks down the other slope of the mountain, he sees what road he must follow to arrive surely and promptly at the end of his journey, visible afar in the mist of the horizon. ”
Israel Zangwill,
Italian Fantasies
“ Do you grow impatient when chines yawn at your feet and to skirt them the road turns inland half a mile, bringing you back on the other side of the chasm, as to your mere starting-point? Do you crave for an iron-trestled American bridge to span the gap? Nay; science is the shortest distance between two points, but beauty, like art, is long. ”
D. H. Lawrence,
Bay: A Book of Poems
“ But we'll still be together, this road and I, Together, wherever the long road goes. The wind chases by us, and over the corn Pale shadows flee from us as if from their foes. Like a snake we thresh on the long, forlorn Land, as onward the long road goes. ”
James Clark Ross,
A Voyage of Discovery and Research in the Southern and Antarctic Regions
(1847)
“ A narrow winding path enables you, without difficulty, to descend to its margin, and however beautiful the effect is in looking from above into the depth below, the fall is seen to much greater advantage from beneath. ”
Thomas Henry Huxley,
Essays upon some Controverted Questions…
(1892)
“ The hills which he has to climb, the ravines he has to avoid, look very much the same; there is the same infinite space above, and the same abyss of the unknown below; the means of travelling are the same, and the goal is the same. ”
by Edward Plunkett, The Gods of Pegāna
“ There is also another way to the land of forgotten hills, which is a smooth road and a straight, that lies through the heart of the mountains. But for certain hidden reasons it were better for thee to go by the peaks and snow, even though thou shouldst perish by the way, than that thou shouldst seek to come to the home of Ood by the smooth, straight road. ”
Edith King Hall, That Little Beggar
“ You will come across many rough and difficult places, but do not turn aside, though the path leads you over them. You may see other paths that lead round them, but don't turn off from the narrow one. Don't take the others; they don't lead up, they lead down. The straight path is the only right one. ”
“ Distant mountains are seen, and the feeling that there are nothing but mountain-walls about you impresses itself strongly upon one, and it is just about true. After several miles of such riding, and when you have begun to imagine that nothing finer can come, the road leads up to a point that, almost before you know it, simply drives from your thoughts all else seen on this ride. ”
Georg Ebers,
The Emperor — Complete
“ Like the storks and the swallows, I yearn for the distant land, and where should the human eye be more likely to be permitted, at least in fancy, to discern the remote goal than from the summit of a mountain? ”
G. Stanley Hall,
Senescence, the Last Half of Life
(1922)
“ Instead of descending toward a deep, dark valley we stand, in fact, before a delectable mountain, from the summit of which, if we can only reach it, we can view the world in a clearer light and in truer perspective than the race has yet attained. ”
Walter Scott,
The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Complete
“ But as the path gently circles around the base of the cliffs, the prospect, composed as it is of these enchanting and sublime objects, changes at every step, and presents them blended with, or divided from, each other, in every possible variety which can gratify the eye and the imagination. ”
John Keats,
Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends
“ As you move about on all sides you see more or less of the near neighbour country according as the Mountain you stand upon is in different parts steep or rounded—but the most new thing of all is the sudden leap of the eye from the extremity of what appears a plain into so vast a distance. ”
Ernest Ingersoll,
The Crest of the Continent: A Summer's Ramble in the Rocky Mountains and Beyond
“ The road here is like a goat’s path in its vagaries, and wagers are made as to the point of the compass to be aimed at five minutes in advance, or whether the track on the opposite side of the crevasse is the one we have just come over, or are now about to pursue. ”
Polybius, The Histories of Polybius, Vol…
“ For the path down was narrow and precipitous, and the snow made it impossible for the men to see where they were treading, while to step aside from the path, or to stumble, meant being hurled down the precipices. ”
Hippolyte Taine,
History of English Literature Volume 1…
“ Like a spring issuing from an elevated spot and diffusing its waters, according to the height, from ledge to ledge, until it finally reaches the low ground, so does the tendency of mind or of soul in a people, due to race, epoch, or environment, diffuse itself in different proportions, and by regular descent, over the different series of facts which compose its civilization. ”
