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If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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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.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
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
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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
absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
It is not work that kills, but worry.
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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
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains, Draughts of life to me.
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
Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.
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
Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
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
O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik