Maria Quotes
For some people, the way that they're perceived by the outside world is not a priority.
I like the fact that people are surprised by my age. I like the fact that I get carded.
The hardest thing is to endure the applause of fools, and patiently suffer the booing, while with the bravissimo of the foolish one would rather strike them between the ears.
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.
Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.
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.
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.
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.
Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.
The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.
If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.
Action is the parent of results; dormancy, the brooding mother of discontent.
absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.
our right or wrong use of money is the utmost test of character, as well as the root of happiness or misery, throughout our whole lives.
... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.
When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.
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.
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.
To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.
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.
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.