We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
~ George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
