"Gratified" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and that she should feel inclined to converse with him. Love, who caught him at the window, filled him with this desire. But he despairs of realising his wish, for he cannot imagine or believe that his desire can be gratified. So he says: "I may consider myself a fool to wish for what I cannot have. Her lord it was whom I wounded mortally, and yet do I think I can be reconciled with her? Upon my word, such thoughts are folly, for at present she has good reason to hate me more bitterly than anything. ...
— Four Arthurian Romances - "Erec et Enide", "Cliges", "Yvain", and "Lancelot" • Chretien de Troyes
... table in the outer office and the lurid detective story from which Miss Norman's summons had torn him. He was always gratified when an officer from Scotland Yard called; it seemed to bring him a step nearer to the great crook-world of his dreams. William Johnson possessed imagination; but it was the imagination of ...
— Malcolm Sage, Detective • Herbert George Jenkins
... 'Times,' but the best report of the judgment is in the 'Morning Post.' The speeches of counsel are execrably given both in that and in the other papers. My speech is very incorrect, but I have been gratified by very kind expressions about it, particularly from my legal brethren: it was not long, but it seemed to produce some sensation, particularly as I started by avowing my friendship for Newman. My conclusion, as well as I remember ...
— Memoirs of James Robert Hope-Scott, Volume 2 • Robert Ornsby
... soon gratified. Sunday morning found it snowing steadily, the soft flakes coming down silently and covering the ground to the depth of ...
— The Bobbsey Twins - Or, Merry Days Indoors and Out • Laura Lee Hope
... sort of frenzied step. What is she to you—Clarence Mayfair's promised wife? Arthur Grafton, what is she to you? Oh, that love, deep and passionate, that comes to us but once! That heart-cry of a strong soul for the one being it has enshrined! Sometimes it is gratified and bears in after years its fruits, whether sweet or bitter; or again, it is crushed—blighted in one moment, perhaps—and we go forth as usual trying to smile, and the world never knows, never dreams. A few years pass and our hearts grow numb to the pain, ...
— Beth Woodburn • Maud Petitt
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