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Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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Love never stands still it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, for ever.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
An author departs he does not die.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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
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
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
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
Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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
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
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
It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
It is not work that kills, but worry.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik