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Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the world beyond. . . . But alas, you are too often idle and careless queens, grasping at majesty in the least things, while you abdicate it in the greatest.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.
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
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.
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
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Society, in the aggregate, is no fool. It is astonishing what an amount of eccentricity it will stand from anybody who takes the bull by the horns, too fearless or too indifferent to think of consequences.
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
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
It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that you are trying - to make them happy. And you rarely can make another happy, unless you are happy yourself.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
There can be - there ought to be - no medium course a love-affair is either sober earnest or contemptible folly, if not wickedness: to gossip about it is, in the first instance, intrusive, unkind, or dangerous in the second, simply silly.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.
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
We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan but those three words, God is love ought to contain, to every doubting soul, the solution of all things.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
O how beautiful is morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching to the uplands fair.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
The present only is a man's possession the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it, learn from it,--in degree, perhaps, expiate it but to brood over it is utter madness.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik