“A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.”

My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a feeble executant than in the high execution of a feeble thinker.

If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.

It was still early, and the sun’s lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

Many have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.

She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.

Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.

She is strong and soft, loyal and beautiful. She knows her worth and is courageous to the end. She has no regrets, because she’s learned her lessons, and loves herself.

You are the one who will bring you where you want to be.

Someone will come into your life and they will see your kindness as a strength match your love and before you can he will say I’ve been looking for you a home my heart can finally rest

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

She is a passionate being that fills his lungs with the power of her love and raw emotions that strengthens his core,

There was a time period where she was scattered and floating with broken chips and now she is whole with gold filled strength.

Our only consolation, as we feel our strength failing us, is to feel that we may help those who come after us to do more and to do better than ourselves.

Your power, undermined, your strength, underrated, your shine, hauntingly bright.