Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Quotes - Page 2

Unless a woman has a decided pleasure and facility in teaching, an honest knowledge of everything she professes to impart, a liking for children, and, above all, a strong moral sense of her responsibility towards them, for her to attempt to enroll herself in the scholastic order is absolute profanation.

Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

This is practically the language used to fallen women, and chiefly by their own sex: "God may forgive you, but we never can!" - a declaration which, however common, in spirit if not in substance, is, when one comes to analyse it, unparalleled in its arrogance of blasphemy. That for a single offence, however grave, a whole life should be blasted, is a doctrine repugnant even to Nature's own dealings in the visible world.

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.

As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide?

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.

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.

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.

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.

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.

absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.

Do your neighbour good by all means in your power, moral as well as physical - by kindness, by patience, by unflinching resistance against every outward evil - by the silent preaching of your own contrary life. But if the only good you can do him is by talking at him, or about him - nay, even to him, if it be in a self-satisfied, super-virtuous style - such as I earnestly hope the present writer is not doing - you had much better leave him alone.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.

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.

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.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

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.

We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.

Action is the parent of results; dormancy, the brooding mother of discontent.

Silence sweeter is than speech.

O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.