Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

— Washington Irving

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There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.


Great minds have purposes, little minds have wishes.


Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.

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Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.


A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.


A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.


Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.

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Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; But great minds rise above it.


There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.


There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.


Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.


A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.


History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription molders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?


The love of a mother is never exhausted.

It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.


About Washington Irving

Quotes 175 sayings
Nationality American
Profession Writer
Birthday April 3, 1783

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart


There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.


The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.


A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity.


A mother is the truest friend we have.


It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day;

the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tendered kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.


There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.


They who drink beer will think beer.


Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.


There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.


Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.


I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.


A father may turn his back on his child, … . but a mother's love endures through all.


My father died and left me his blessing and his business.

His blessing brought no money into my pocket, and as to his business, it soon deserted me, for I was busy writing poetry, and could not attend to law, and my clients, though they had great respect for my talents, had no faith in a poetical attorney.


Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.


The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.


He who wins a thousand common hearts is entitled to some renown;

but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.


He who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice.


The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection;

and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.


I have never found, in anything outside of the four walls of my study, an enjoyment equal to sitting at my writing desk with a clean page, a new theme, and a mind awake.


The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.


An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.


Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it


Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface


There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.


Every desire bears its death in its very gratification.

Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.


The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.


The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside;

the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.


Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.


It is the divine attribute of the imagination, that it is irrepressible, unconfinable; that when the real world is shut out, it can create a world for itself, and with a necromantic power can conjure up glorious shapes and forms, and brilliant visions to make solitude populous, and irradiate the gloom of a dungeon.


A barking dog is often more useful than a sleeping lion.


Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.


It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man.


There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.


The Englishman is too apt to neglect the present good in preparing against the possible evil.


Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!


The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.