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By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Money is meant not for hoarding, but for using; the aim of life should be to use it in the right way - to spend as much as we can lawfully spend, both upon ourselves and others. And sometimes it is better to do this in our lifetime, when we can see that it is well spent, than to leave it to the chance spending of those that come after us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

This is practically the language used to fallen women, and chiefly by their own sex: "God may forgive you, but we never can!" - a declaration which, however common, in spirit if not in substance, is, when one comes to analyse it, unparalleled in its arrogance of blasphemy. That for a single offence, however grave, a whole life should be blasted, is a doctrine repugnant even to Nature's own dealings in the visible world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Silence sweeter is than speech.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the world beyond. . . . But alas, you are too often idle and careless queens, grasping at majesty in the least things, while you abdicate it in the greatest.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

About the greatest virtue a friend can have, is to be able to hold her tongue; and through this, like all virtues carried to extremity, may grow into a fault, and do great harm, still, it never can do so much harm as that horrible laxity and profligacy of speech which is a the root of half the quarrels, cruelties, and injustices of the world.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

there is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves-- Hides her fruit under them, hard to find. . . . . But by and by, when the flowers grow few And the fruits are dwindling and small to view-- Out she comes in her matron grace With the purple myriads of her race; Full of plenty from root to crown, Showering plenty her feet adown. While far over head hang gorgeously Large luscious berries of sanguine dye, For the best grows highest, always highest, Upon the mulberry-tree.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

The world! It is a word capable of as diverse interpretations or misinterpretations as the thing itself - a thing by various people supposed to belong to heaven, man, or the devil, or alternatively to all three.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

The only way to meet affliction is to pass through it solemnly, slowly, with humility and faith, as the Israelites passed through the sea. Then its very ways of misery will divide, and become to us a wall, on the right side and on the left, until the gulf narrows before our eyes and we land safe on the opposite sore.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Gossip, public, private, social - to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows. Everybody laughs at it, protests against it, blames and despises it; yet everybody does it, or at least encourages others in it: quite innocently, unconsciously, in such a small, harmless fashion - yet we do it. We must talk about something, and it is not all of us who can find a rational topic of conversation, or discuss it when found.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Society, in the aggregate, is no fool. It is astonishing what an amount of "eccentricity" it will stand from anybody who takes the bull by the horns, too fearless or too indifferent to think of consequences.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people - as may be noticed of most young children - does truth, this rigid, literal veracity, come by nature. To many, even who love it and prize it dearly in others, it comes only after the self-control, watchfulness, and bitter experience of years.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

For truly, the greatest of all external blessings is it to be able to lean your heart against another heart, faithful, tender, true, and tried, and record with a thankfulness that years deepen instead of diminishing, "I have got a friend!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Human life is so full of pain, that once past the youthful delusion that a sad countenance is interesting, and an incurable woe the most delightful thing possible, the mind instinctively turns where it can get rest, and cheer and sunshine. And the friend who can bring to it the largest portion of these is, of a natural necessity, the most useful, the most welcome, and the most dear.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Many true words are spoken in jest.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Not perhaps until later life, until the follies, passions, and selfishness of youth have died out, do we . . . recognize the the inestimable blessing, the responsibility awful as sweet, of possessing or of being a friend.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Action is the parent of results; dormancy, the brooding mother of discontent.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Do your neighbour good by all means in your power, moral as well as physical - by kindness, by patience, by unflinching resistance against every outward evil - by the silent preaching of your own contrary life. But if the only good you can do him is by talking at him, or about him - nay, even to him, if it be in a self-satisfied, super-virtuous style - such as I earnestly hope the present writer is not doing - you had much better leave him alone.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Unless a woman has a decided pleasure and facility in teaching, an honest knowledge of everything she professes to impart, a liking for children, and, above all, a strong moral sense of her responsibility towards them, for her to attempt to enroll herself in the scholastic order is absolute profanation.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

No virtue ever was founded on a lie. The truth, then, at all risks and costs - the truth from the beginning. Make a clean breast to whomsoever you need to make it, and then - face the world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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. Pause, my soul, On these strange words - for ever - whose large sound Breaks flood-like, drowning all the petty noise Our human moans make on the shores of Time. O Thou that openest, and no man shuts; That shut'st, and no man opens - Thee we wait!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Though it is folly to suppose that happiness is a matter of volition, and that we can make ourselves content and cheerful whenever we choose - a theory that many poor hypochondriacs are taunted with till they are nigh driven mad - yet, on the other hand, no sane mind is ever left without the power of self-discipline and self-control in a measure, which measure increases in proportion as it is exercised.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

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.