Top 92 Leigh Hunt Quotes
#1. It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands.
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#2. Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.
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#3. The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.
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#4. Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
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#5. The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.
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#6. This garden has a soul, I know its moods.
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#7. When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.
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#8. May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.
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#9. Mankind are creatures of books, as well as of other circumstances; and such they eternally remain,
proofs, that the race is a noble and believing race, and capable of whatever books can stimulate.
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#10. The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.
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#11. Little eyes must be good-tempered or they are ruined. They have no other resource. But this will beautify them enough. They are made for laughing, and, should do their duty.
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#12. A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
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#13. Great woman belong to history and to self sacrifice.
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#14. There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
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#15. Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner.
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#16. Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without "words," and the truth of things that is in them, what were we?
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#17. Mere grimness is as easy as grinning; but it requires something to put a handsome face on a story. Narratives become of suspicious merit in proportion as they lean to Newgate-like offenses, particularly of blood and wounds ...
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#18. Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
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#19. Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard.
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#20. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
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#21. We are slumberous poppies,
Lords of Lethe downs,
Some awake and some asleep,
Sleeping in our crowns.
What perchance our dreams may know,
Let our serious may know.
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#22. Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,
to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.
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#24. O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
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#25. The groundwork of all happiness is health.
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#26. Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.
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#27. A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the old angler's face to a fish.
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#28. Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven's making.
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#29. An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,
This art of writing billet-doux
In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.
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#30. We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,
Such our breath and blueness is.
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#31. Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet their only excuse is a want of thought.
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#32. Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.
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#33. I loved my friend for his gentleness, his candor, his good repute, his freedom even from my own livelier manner, his calm and reasonable kindness. It was not any particular talent that attracted me to him, or i anything striking whatsoever. I should say in one word, it was his goodness.
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#34. Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.
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#35. Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.
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#36. It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old.
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#38. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.
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#39. A dog can have a friend; he has affections and character, he can enjoy equally the field and the fireside; he dreams, he caresses, he propitiates; he offends, and is pardoned; he stands by you in adversity; he is a good fellow.
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#40. One can love any man that is generous.
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#42. I entrench myself in books equally against sorrow and the weather.
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#43. If you become a Nun, dear,
The bishop Love will be;
The Cupids every one, dear!
Will chant-'We trust in thee!'
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#44. If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
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#45. The most fascinating women are those that can most enrich the every day moments of existence. In a particular and attaching sense, they are those that can partake our pleasures and our pains in the liveliest and most devoted manner. Beauty is little without this; with it she is triumphant.
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#46. Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose, Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkness grows? Who, through what funereal pain, Souls to love and peace attain? - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt
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#47. For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.
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#48. To receive a present handsomely and in a right spirit, even when you have none to give in return, is to give one in return.
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#49. Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
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#50. We must regard all matter as an intrusted secret which we believe the person concerned would wish to be considered as such. Nay, further still, we must consider all circumstances as secrets intrusted which would bring scandal upon another if told.
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#51. No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.
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#52. If you ever have to support a flagging conversation, introduce the topic of eating.
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#53. Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
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#54. Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers
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#55. If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.
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#56. A large bare forehead gives a woman a masculine and defying look. The word "effrontery" comes from it. The hair should be brought over such a forehead as vines are trailed over a wall.
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#57. Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;
for our final and greatest good.
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#58. I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion.
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#59. The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there.
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#60. Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me!
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#61. The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves ...
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#62. With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
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#63. Danger for danger's sake is senseless.
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#64. Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
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#65. It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labour of the day is gone
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#66. Happy opinions are the wine of the heart.
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#67. For the most part, we should pray rather in aspiration than petition, rather by hoping than requesting; in which spirit also we may breathe a devout wish for a blessing on others upon occasions when it might be presumptuous to beg it.
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#68. Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?
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#69. Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
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#70. There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.
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#71. The beautiful attracts the beautiful.
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#72. We really cannot see what equanimity there is in jerking a lacerated carp out of the water by the jaws, merely because it has no the power of making a noise; for we presume that the most philosophic of anglers would hardly delight in catching a shrieking fish.
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#73. Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.
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#74. There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.
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#75. The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.
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#76. The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.
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#77. The two divinest things this world has got,A lovely woman in a rural spot!
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#78. Colors are the smiles of Nature. When they are extremely smiling, and break forth into other beauty besides, they are her laughs.
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#79. There is no greater mistake in the world than the looking upon every sort of nonsense as want of sense.
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#80. Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
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#81. Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion. The spirit of fashion is not the beautiful, but the wilful; not the graceful, but the fantastic; not the superior in the abstract, but the superior in the worst of all concretes,-the vulgar.
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#83. Many birds and beasts are ... as fit to go to Heaven as many human beings - people who talk of their seats there with as much confidence as if they had booked them at a box office.
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#84. Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things.
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#85. The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.
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#86. Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.
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#87. The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing.
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#88. Write me as one who loves his fellow men.
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#89. God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so tears enable sorrow to vent itself patiently. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair and madness.
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#90. Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.
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#91. An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.
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#92. Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.
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