Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
The most tremendous Dinah Maria Murlock Craik quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green;
But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.
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.
When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.
Money is meant not for hoarding, but for using;
the aim of life should be to use it in the right way - to spend as much as we can lawfully spend, both upon ourselves and others. And sometimes it is better to do this in our lifetime, when we can see that it is well spent, than to leave it to the chance spending of those that come after us.
according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.
Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots
For truly, the greatest of all external blessings is it to be able to lean your heart against another heart, faithful, tender, true, and tried, and record with a thankfulness that years deepen instead of diminishing, "I have got a friend!"
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.
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.
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.
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.
Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers.
It is not work that kills, but "worry."
A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
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.
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.
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.
A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.
How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general.
They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and free, Love for love's sake - as mine to thee. Duty's a slave that keeps the keys, But Love, the master, goes in and out Of his goodly chambers with song and shout, Just as he please - just as he please.
We expect too much from our children.
We exact from them a perfection which we are far from carrying out in ourselves; we require of them sacrifices much heavier, comparatively, than those of any grown-up person.
Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people - as may be noticed of most young children - does truth, this rigid, literal veracity, come by nature. To many, even who love it and prize it dearly in others, it comes only after the self-control, watchfulness, and bitter experience of years.
Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.
Human life is so full of pain, that once past the youthful delusion that a sad countenance is interesting, and an incurable woe the most delightful thing possible, the mind instinctively turns where it can get rest, and cheer and sunshine. And the friend who can bring to it the largest portion of these is, of a natural necessity, the most useful, the most welcome, and the most dear.
When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.
This is practically the language used to fallen women, and chiefly by their own sex: "God may forgive you, but we never can!" - a declaration which, however common, in spirit if not in substance, is, when one comes to analyse it, unparalleled in its arrogance of blasphemy. That for a single offence, however grave, a whole life should be blasted, is a doctrine repugnant even to Nature's own dealings in the visible world.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
The life of action is nobler than the life of thought.
A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.
Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow.
It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.
Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?
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.
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.
Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.
Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.
The Omnipotent Himself could never be supposed by any, save those who out of their own human selfishness construct the attributes of Divinity, to be absorbed throughout eternity in the contemplation of His own ineffable bliss, were it not identical with His ineffable goodness and love.
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.
Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.
One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.
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.
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.
Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.
About the greatest virtue a friend can have, is to be able to hold her tongue;
and through this, like all virtues carried to extremity, may grow into a fault, and do great harm, still, it never can do so much harm as that horrible laxity and profligacy of speech which is a the root of half the quarrels, cruelties, and injustices of the world.
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.