Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow Quotes

“A solemn sadness reigns. A great peace is around us. In its light our cares of the working day grow small and trivial, and bread and cheese—ay, and even kisses—do not seem the only things worth striving for. Thoughts we cannot speak but only listen to flood in upon us, and standing in the stillness under earth's darkening dome, we feel that we are greater than our petty lives. Hung round with those dusky curtains, the world is no longer a mere dingy workshop, but a stately temple wherein man may worship, and where at times in the dimness his groping hands touch God's.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“It is only the first baby that takes up the whole of a woman's time.Five or six do not require nearly so much attention as one.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“الأطفال يوفرن لنا البسمة فى دراما الحياة الثقيلة”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Affection will burn cheerily when the white flame of love is flickered out. Affection is a fire that can be fed from day to day and be piled up ever higher as the wintry years draw nigh.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“No, we never sicken with love twice. Cupid spends no second arrow on the same heart. Love's handmaids are our life-long friends. Respect, and admiration, and affection, our doors may always be left open for, but their great celestial master, in his royal progress, pays but one visit and departs. We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of--but we never love again.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“But if we look a little deeper we shall find there is a pathetic, one might almost say a tragic, side to the picture. A shy man means a lonely man—a man cut off from all companionship, all sociability. He moves about the world, but does not mix with it. Between him and his fellow-men there runs ever an impassable barrier—a strong, invisible wall that, trying in vain to scale, he but bruises himself against. He sees the pleasant faces and hears the pleasant voices on the other side, but he cannot stretch his hand across to grasp another hand. He stands watching the merry groups, and he longs to speak and to claim kindred with them. But they pass him by, chatting gayly to one another, and he cannot stay them. He tries to reach them, but his prison walls move with him and hem him in on every side. In the busy street, in the crowded room, in the grind of work, in the whirl of pleasure, amid the many or amid the few—wherever men congregate together, wherever the music of human speech is heard and human thought is flashed from human eyes, there, shunned and solitary, the shy man, like a leper, stands apart. His soul is full of love and longing, but the world knows it not. The iron mask of shyness is riveted before his face, and the man beneath is never seen. Genial words and hearty greetings are ever rising to his lips, but they die away in unheard whispers behind the steel clamps. His heart aches for the weary brother, but his sympathy is dumb. Contempt and indignation against wrong choke up his throat, and finding no safety-valve whence in passionate utterance they may burst forth, they only turn in again and harm him. All the hate and scorn and love of a deep nature such as the shy man is ever cursed by fester and corrupt within, instead of spending themselves abroad, and sour him into a misanthrope and cynic.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Contented, unambitious people are all very well in their way. They form a neat, useful background for great portraits to be painted against, and they make a respectable, if not particularly intelligent, audience for the active spirits of the age to play before.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“نجتث الحشائش السامة لا الأزهار من حديقة الذكريات”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago," has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“But we are so blind to our own shortcomings, so wide awake to those of others. Everything that happens to us is always the other person's fault.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A woman never thoroughly cares for her
lover until he has ceased to care for her; and it is not until you have
snapped your fingers in Fortune's face and turned on your heel that she
begins to smile upon you.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“I had a tame rat when I was a boy, and I loved that animal as only a boy would love an old water-rat”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“There is no pathos in real misery, no luxury in real grief.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Idling has always been my strong point. I take no credit to myself in the matter-it is a gift.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“أكثر الظلال كآبة ظلال أنفسنا نحنت الميتة”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“لماذ نبدد العزم و الحياة نفكر فيما كان مفروضا أن يكون و ننسى ما يرقد أمامنا مما قد يكون .. تضيع منا الفرص بينما نجلس نندب حظا ضاع فلا ننتبه الى القادم من هناءة لأن سعادة أفلتت منا يوما ما”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“إنا لا نصاب بالحب مرتين .. إن كيوبيد لا يطلق سهمين على نفس القلب ، وصيفات الحب هن صديقات العمر الاحترام و الاعجاب و الحنان
اما مولاهن العلوى فى موكبة الملكى فلا يزورنا إلا مرة .. يمضى بعدها
فلقد نميل إلى شخص و قد نتعلق بشخص و قد نولع أيما ولع بهذا او بذاك ، لكنا لا نحب مرة ثانية
ان الحب كالألعاب النارية لا يومض فى السماء إلا مرة”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Se conhecessem o ser humano, saberiam que o gaguejar envergonhado de um rapaz conta uma história mais verdadeira que nossa ousada eloquência.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Devaneios ociosos de um desocupado

“Memory is a rare ghost-raiser. Like a haunted house, its walls are ever echoing to unseen feet. Through the broken casements we watch the flitting shadows of the dead, and the saddest shadows of them all are the shadows of our own dead selves.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“It all comes of being so attractive, as the old lady said when she was struck by lightning.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“And who would not risk its terrors to gain its raptures? Ah, what raptures they were! The mere recollection thrills you. How delicious it was to tell her that you loved her, that you lived for her, that you would die for her! How you did rave, to be sure, what floods of extravagant nonsense you poured forth, and oh, how cruel it was of her to pretend not to believe you! '''In what awe you stood of her! How miserable you were when you had offended her! And yet, how pleasant to be bullied by her and to sue for pardon without having the slightest notion of what your fault was! How dark the world was when she snubbed you, as she often did, the little rogue, just to see you look wretched; how sunny when she smiled! How jealous you were of every one about her! How you hated every man she shook hands with, every woman she kissed—the maid that did her hair, the boy that cleaned her shoes, the dog she nursed—though you had to be respectful to the last-named! How you looked forward to seeing her, how stupid you were when you did see her, staring at her without saying a word! How impossible it was for you to go out at any time of the day or night without finding yourself eventually opposite her windows!”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“تبدا مع كل ثانية حياة جديدة لنا ، دعنا نتجه إليها فى حبور نلاقيها ، دعنا نشق طريقنا نحوها ، أعيننا إلى الأمام تجاهها لا إلى الخلف”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“ما الحياة إلا شظايا حطام إذا أنت التفت يوما خلفك و تأملتها”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“متاعبنا موجعة حقا .. كم يبدو الفجر بعيدا إذا لم نستطع النوم .. آه من تلك الليالى الكالحة عندما نتقلب فى الفراش من الحمى و الألم”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Must we believe those who tell us that a hand foul with the filth of a shameful life is the only one a young girl cares to be caressed by?

That is the teaching that is bawled out day by day from between those yellow covers. Do they ever pause to think, I wonder, those devil's lady-helps, what mischief they are doing crawling about God's garden, and telling childish Eves and silly Adams that sin is sweet, and that decency is ridiculous and vulgar? How many an innocent girl do they not degrade into an evil-minded woman? To how many a weak lad do they not point out the dirty by-path as the shortest cut to a maiden's heart? It is not as if they wrote of life as it really is. Speak truth, and right will take care of itself. But their pictures are coarse daubs painted from the sickly fancies of their own diseased imaginations.

We want to think of women not--as their own sex would show them--as Loreleis luring us to destruction, but as good angels beckoning us upward. They have more power for good or evil than they dream of. It is just at the very age when a man's character is forming that he tumbles into love, and then the lass he loves has the making or marring of him. Unconsciously he molds himself to what she would have him, good or bad. I am sorry to have to be ungallant enough to say that I do not think they always use their influence for the best. . . .

And yet, women, you could make us so much better, if you only would. It rests with you more than with all the preachers, to roll this world a little nearer heaven. Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. It is you who must wake it to noble deeds. You must be worthy of knightly worship. You must be higher than ourselves.
[1886]”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A boy's love comes from a full heart; a man's is more often the result of a full stomach.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen. ― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow. (Mondial October 19, 2005) Originally published 1886.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“It is in the petty details, not in the great results, that the interest of existence lies.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“All the hate and scorn and love of a deep nature, such as the shy man is ever cursed by, fester and corrupt within, instead of spending themselves abroad, and sour him into a misanthrope and cynic.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow