Quote

A wound in a young heart is like a wound in a young tree. It does not grow out. It grows in.

Nellie L. McClung

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Nellie L. McClung
Doe
Young
Heart
Wound
Like
Wounds
Youth
Grow
Tree
Grows

More quotes by Nellie L. McClung

Image
I am a believer in women, in their ability to do things and in their influence and power. Women set the standards for the world, and it is for us, women in Canada, to set the standards high.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Never underestimate the power of a woman.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Women who set a low value of themselves make life hard for all women.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
It is often true that those who sit in the wings can see more than the players.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Women had first to convince the world that they had souls and then that they had minds and then it came on to this matter of political entity and the end is not yet.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Children are great idealists, until the stupidity of their elders puts out the fires of the aspirations.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Chivalry is like a line of credit. You can get plenty of it when you do not need it.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Chivalry is a poor substitute for justice, if one cannot have both. Chivalry is something like the icing on the cake, sweet but not nourishing.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
People must know the past to understand the present, and to face the future.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
That seems to be the haunting fear of mankind - that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man's comfort.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Disturbers are never popular - nobody ever really loved an alarm clock in action, no matter how grateful he may have been afterwards for its kind services!
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
Nellie L. McClung
Image
it makes a great difference to a speaker whether he has something to say, or has to say something.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
Every season of life has its compensations.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
thought without expression is dynamic and gathers volume by repression. Evolution when blocked and suppressed becomes revolution.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
War is a crime committed by men and, therefore, when enough people say it shall not be, it cannot be.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
I saw what could be done with words, for I had a vision of a new world as I talked.
Nellie L. McClung
Image
I am one of those irritating people, who hang on to the door-knob after they say good-bye, and will neither come back nor go, always remembering something else which must be said.
Nellie L. McClung