Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes - Page 4

How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.

I can pass days Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees, Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,-- The breeze like music wandering o'er the boughs, Each tree a natural harp,--each different leaf A different note, blent in one vast thanksgiving.

Fame is bought by happiness.

Oh, no! my heart can never be Again in lightest hopes the same; The love that lingers there for thee Hath more of ashes than of flame.

Farewell's a bitter word to say.

The very effort to forget teaches us to remember.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

Habit is a second nature, and what was at first pleasure, is next necessity.

A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light, And it looks flourishing--a little while-- 'T is pass'd, we know not whither, but 't is gone.

I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

It is strange what society will endure from its idols.

Business before pleasure.

charity is a calm, severe duty; it must be intellectual, to be advantageous. It is a strange mistake that it should ever be considered a merit; its fulfillment is only what we owe to each other, and is a debt never paid to its full extent.

A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.

Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.

Of all false assertions that ever went into the world under the banner of a great name and the mail armor of a well-turned phrase, Locke's comparison of the mind to a blank sheet of paper appears to me among the most untrue.

anybody's applause is better than nobody's.

Curiosity and courtesy are very often at variance.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.