Indian Tales Quotes
Indian Tales
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“There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hotheaded,
intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in
her blindest devotion does not fall into the gait of the man she
adores, tilt her bonnet to the angle at which he wears his hat, or
interlard her speech with his pet oaths.”
― Indian Tales
intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in
her blindest devotion does not fall into the gait of the man she
adores, tilt her bonnet to the angle at which he wears his hat, or
interlard her speech with his pet oaths.”
― Indian Tales
“ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a king in Babylon
And you were a Christian slave,"
—W.E. Henley.”
― Indian Tales
With the old world to the grave,
I was a king in Babylon
And you were a Christian slave,"
—W.E. Henley.”
― Indian Tales
“When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Holden found one helpless little hand that closed feebly on his finger. And the clutch ran through his body till it settled about his heart. Till then his sole thought had been for Ameera. He began to realise that there was some one else in the world,...”
― Stories of India
― Stories of India
“Me! Me that taught you how for to walk abroad like a man—whin you was a dhirty little, fish-backed little, whimperin' little recruity. As you are now, Stanley Orth'ris!" Ortheris said nothing for a while, Then he unslung his belt, heavy with the badges of half a dozen regiments that his own had lain with, and handed it over to Mulvaney. "I'm too little for to mill you, Mulvaney,”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“was calling for us like a madman. When we reached him he was dripping with perspiration, and trembling like a startled horse. We had great difficulty in soothing him. He complained that he was in civilian kit, and wanted to tear my clothes off his body. I ordered him to strip, and we made a second exchange as quickly as possible.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“If your mirror be broken, look into still water; but have a care that you do not fall in. —Hindu Proverb.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Encyclopaedia. "They're a mixed lot," said Dravot, reflectively; "and it won't help us to know the names of their tribes. The more tribes the more they'll fight, and the better for us. From Jagdallak to Ashang. H'mm!" "But all the information about the country is as sketchy and inaccurate as can be," I protested. "No one knows anything about it really. Here's the file of the United Services Institute. Read what Bellew says." "Blow Bellew!" said Carnehan. "Dan, they're an all-fired lot of heathens, but this book here says they think they're related to us English." I smoked while the men pored over Raverty, Wood, the maps and the Encyclopaedia. "There is no use your waiting," said Dravot, politely, "It's about four o'clock now. We'll go before six o'clock if you want to sleep, and we won't steal any of the papers. Don't you sit up. We're two harmless lunatics, and if you come, to-morrow evening, down to the Serai we'll say good-bye to you." "You are two fools," I answered, "You'll be turned back at the Frontier or cut up the minute you set foot in Afghanistan. Do you want any money or a recommendation down-country?”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“nothin', or his edukashin which he niver got? You that think ye know things, answer me that." But I found no answer. I was wondering how long Ortheris, in the bank of the river, would hold out, and whether I should be forced to help him to desert, as I had given my word.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“One of the few advantages that India has over England is a great Knowability. After five years' service a man is directly or indirectly acquainted with the two or three hundred Civilians in his Province, all the Messes of ten or twelve Regiments and Batteries, and some fifteen hundred other people of the non-official caste, in ten years his knowledge should be doubled, and at the end of twenty he knows, or knows something about, every Englishman in the Empire, and may travel anywhere and everywhere without paying hotel-bills. Globe-trotters who expect entertainment as a right, have, even within my memory, blunted this open-heartedness, but none the less to-day, if you belong to the Inner Circle and are neither a Bear nor a Black Sheep, all houses are open to you, and our small world is very, very kind and helpful.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave,”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“If I can attain Heaven for a pice, why should you be envious?”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“That was our first step toward better acquaintance. He would call on me sometimes in the evenings instead of running about London with his fellow-clerks; and before long, speaking of himself as a”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“THE FINEST STORY IN THE WORLD" "Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave," —W.E. Henley. His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and he lived in the north of London, coming into the City every day to work in a bank. He was twenty years old and suffered from aspirations. I met him in a public billiard-saloon where the marker called him by his given name, and he called the marker "Bullseyes." Charlie explained, a little nervously, that he had only come to the place to look on, and since looking on at games of skill is not a cheap amusement for the young, I suggested that Charlie should go back to his mother.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Burmese babies—fat, little, brown little divils, as”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Heatherlegh is the dearest doctor that ever was, and his invariable prescription to all his patients is, "lie low, go slow, and keep cool.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“Men had been puffed up with pride by notions not a tithe as excellent and practicable.”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
“His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and”
― Indian Tales
― Indian Tales
