Top 88 Craik Quotes
#3. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#6. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#8. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#9. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#11. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#13. The lad, like many another, owed nothing to his father but his mere existence - Heaven knows whether that gift is oftenest a curse or a boon.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#15. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#18. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#19. The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#20. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#21. Manhood had come to him, both in character and demeanour, not as it comes to most young lads, an eagerly-desired and presumptuously-asserted claim, but as a rightful inheritance, to be received humbly, and worn simply and naturally.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#22. Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#26. 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!"
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#28. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#29. When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#30. If I ever conceive any original idea, it will be because I have been abnormally prone to confuse ideas ... and I have thus found remote analogies and relations which others have not considered! Others rarely make these confusions, and proceed by precise analysis.
Kenneth J.W. Craik
#31. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#32. One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#33. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#34. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#36. As we sail through life towards death,
Bound unto the same port
heaven,
Friend, what years could us divide?
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#37. Human nature is seldom at a loss to find or create an excuse for pursuing the predominant bias of inclination.
Helen Craik
#38. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#39. To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#41. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#43. Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#44. It is one of my decided opinions that married people ought to have no one, be the tie ever so close and dear, living permanently with them, to break the sacred duality - no, let me say the unity of their home.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#46. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#47. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#49. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#52. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#53. Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#54. A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#56. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#57. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#58. The sheriff listened uneasily to a sound, very uncommon at elections, of the populace expressing an opinion contrary to that of the lord of the soil.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#59. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#62. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#64. O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest,
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#65. [It] was the first time in my life I ever knew the meaning of that rare thing, tenderness. A quality different from kindliness, affectionateness, or benevolence; a quality which can exist only in strong, deep, and undemonstrative natures, and therefore in its perfection is oftenest found in men.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#67. Absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#68. It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#70. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#71. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#72. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#73. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#74. We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#75. A preface is usually an excrescence on a good book, and a vain apology for a worthless one;
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#76. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#78. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#79. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#80. Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,
But we forget not, never can forget.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#81. I felt a weight on my chest; a sense of hot indignation which settled down into inconceivable melancholy.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
#82. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#83. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#86. 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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
