Dog of Flanders and Other Stories Quotes

“We were made in days when even men were true creatures, and so we, the work of their hands, were true too. We, the begotten of ancient days, derive all the value in us from the fact that our makers wrought at us with zeal, with piety, with integrity, with faith – not to win fortunes or to glut a market, but to do nobly an honest thing and create for the honor of the Arts and God. - from the story The Nürnberg Stove”
― Louise De La Ramee (Ouida)., Dog of Flanders and Other Stories

“There was only Patrasche out in the cruel cold – old and famished and full of pain, but with the strength and the patience of a great love to sustain him in his search.”
― Louise De La Ramee (Ouida)., Dog of Flanders and Other Stories

“The lad raised himself with a low cry and clasped him close. “Let us lie down and die together,” he murmured. “men have no need for us, and we are all alone.”
― Louise De La Ramee (Ouida)., Dog of Flanders and Other Stories

“Perhaps it is worth nothing at all. How can I tell?” he thought, with the heartsickness of a great timidity. Now that he had left it there, it seemed to him so hazardous, so vain, so foolish, to dream that he, a little lad with bare feet, who barely knew his letters, could do anything at which great painters, real artists, could ever deign to look. Yet he took heart as he went by the cathedral: the lordly form of Rubens seemed to rise from the fog and the darkness, and to loom in its magnificence before him, whilst the lips, with their kindly smile, seemed to him to murmur, “Nay, have courage! It was not by a weak heart and by faint fear that I wrote my name for all time upon Antwerp.”
― Louise De La Ramee (Ouida)., Dog of Flanders and Other Stories

“A dog of Flanders - yellow of hide, large of head and limb, with wolf-like ears that stood erect, and legs bowed and feed widened in the muscular development wrought in his breed by many generations of hard service. Patrasche came of a race which had toiled hard and cruelly from sire to son in Flanders many a century - slaves of slaves, dogs of the people, beasts of the shafts and the harness, creatures that lived straining their sinews in the gall of the cart, and died breaking their hearts on the flints of the streets.”
― Louise De La Ramee (Ouida)., Dog of Flanders and Other Stories