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Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.
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.
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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.
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As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide?
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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.
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Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
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absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.
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