Top 76 Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Quotes
#1. Absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.
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#3. O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest,
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
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#5. 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.
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#8. 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.
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#9. 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.
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#10. 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.
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#12. A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.
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#13. Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
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#14. 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.
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#17. 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.
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#19. 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.
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#20. 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.
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#23. The present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it, learn from it,
in degree, perhaps, expiate it; but to brood over it is utter madness.
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#26. It may often be noticed, the less virtuous people are, the more they shrink away from the slightest whiff of the odour of un-sanctity. The good are ever the most charitable, the pure are the most brave.
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#27. 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.
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#28. It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
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#29. 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.
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#31. 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.
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#32. We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.
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#33. 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.
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#34. It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time and they feel that you are trying to make them happy. And you rarely can make another happy, unless you are happy yourself.
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#35. Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers.
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#36. 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.
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#38. There can be there ought to be no medium course; a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in the first instance, intrusive, unkind, or dangerous; in the second, simply silly.
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#41. Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.
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#42. 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.
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#43. The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.
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#44. 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.
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#47. 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.
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#50. 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.
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#52. We expect too much from our children. We exact from them a perfection which we are far from carrying out in ourselves; we require of them sacrifices much heavier, comparatively, than those of any grown-up person.
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#53. We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan; but those three words, "God is love " ought to contain, to every doubting soul, the solution of all things.
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#54. 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.
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#58. A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection.
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#60. Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.
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#62. God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy!
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born on Christmas Day.
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#64. To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.
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#65. 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.
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#66. As we sail through life towards death,
Bound unto the same port
heaven,
Friend, what years could us divide?
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#68. 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.
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#69. 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.
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#70. One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.
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#71. God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright,
For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
Along the hills of Galilee the white blocks sleeping lay,
When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.
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#72. When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.
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#73. 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.
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#75. 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!"
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