 There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. |
| One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more. |
| I've had it with you and your emotional constipation! |
| A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. |
| The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind. |
| The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. |
| There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. |
| Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three. |
| Age is a matter of feeling, not of years. |
| A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles. |
| Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster. |
| The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible. |
| Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart. |
| A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. |
| Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles. |
| The tongue is the only tool that gets sharper with use. |
| Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love. |
| Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is to little. |
| There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard. |
| The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow. |
