Sy Montgomery Quotes

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

Time is eternity begun.

The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

I just want that sensation you have in dreams when you fly to be real.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

We're still who we are at the roots. I reckon, hopefully, you let it branch out a little bit and you learn. You live and learn, so that's what we've tried to do.

The toughest workout can never match the pain of being out of work.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

A young man with good health and a poor appetite can save up money.

The world is full of corruption, and deceit, and deviltry — chock full of it.

I'm far too outspoken to be a woman in Puritan times.

I have always followed my instincts when it comes to music and life in general. They were telling me very loudly that it was time for John D., Hallmark and I to get back together.

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs, never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs. She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch, while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.

I like the feel of your name on my lips.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

The greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.