Sara Coleridge Quotes

#1. Religious bigotry is a dull fire - hot enough to roast an ox, but with no lambent, luminous flame shooting up from it.

Sara Coleridge

#2. April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

Sara Coleridge

#3. The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separation at first as a severe wrench. But I did not apprehend, during her life, to what a degree she prevented me from feeling heart-solitude ...

Sara Coleridge

#4. I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman ...

Sara Coleridge

#5. Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.

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#6. I would have any one, who really and truly has leisure and ability, make verses. I think it a more refining and happy-making occupation than any other pastime accomplishment.

Sara Coleridge

#7. Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barrier of time; the mind and the heart are in quite a different state at fifteen and forty.

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#8. There is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

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#9. Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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#10. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

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#11. June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

Sara Coleridge

#12. Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.

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#13. January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

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#14. Puns are often unacceptable to the feelings; they come like a spoonful of ice-cream in the midst of a comfortable smoking-hot steak, or as a peppery morsel when your palate was in expectation of a mild pudding.

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#15. Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

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#16. Bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often they reunite, and again shine in the eyes of men, who hold them solid as cannon-balls!

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#17. I don't pretend to any exemption from the general lot of parental delusion-I mean that like most other parents I see my child through an atmosphere which illuminates, magnifies, and at the same time refines the object to a degree that amounts to a delusion ...

Sara Coleridge

#18. It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket.

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#19. The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Pear-tree spreads along the wall

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#20. The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

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#21. Avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

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#22. I very much wish that some day or other you may have time to learn Greek, because that language is an idea. Even a little of it is like manure to the soil of the mind, and makes it bear finer flowers.

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#23. Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to argue till they had agreed upon what it was that they were arguing about.

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#24. Fresh October brings the pheasant, The to gather nuts is pleasant.

Sara Coleridge