Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Quotes

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair.

Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.

The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, for ever.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.

Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.

An author departs; he does not die.

When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.

... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

The plan of this world is infinite similarity and yet infinite variety.

we are so scornful when we are young!

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.

... it does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant.

To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.

What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

Happiness! Can any human being undertake to define it for another?

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

O how beautiful is morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching to the uplands fair.

To-morrow is ah, whose?

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

The life of action is nobler than the life of thought.

A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

the worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide?

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.

A perfect marriage is as rare as a perfect love. Could it be otherwise, when both men and women are so imperfect? Could aught else be expected? Yet all do expect it.

The wonder is not that some married people are less happy than they hoped to be, but that any married people, out of the honeymoon, or even in it, are ever happy at all.

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains, Draughts of life to me.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.