Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.

How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

Confidence is its own security.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.

There is the cause for pleasure and for pain: But music moves us, and we know not why? We feel the tears, but cannot trace their source. Is it the language of some other state, Born of its memory! For what can wake The soul's strong instinct of another world, Like music！

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

To enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.

Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to the public.

The fearless make their own way.

There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the truth of which is never proved. Toil and illusion are the only secrets to make life tolerable.

We are ourselves the stumbling-blocks in the way of our happiness. Place a common individual - by common, I mean with the common share of stupidity, custom, and discontent - place him in the garden of Eden, and he would not find it out unless he were told, and when told, he would not believe it.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.