“Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.”

The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.

The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.

Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.

The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.

It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.

If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.

If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.

Your little child is the only true democrat.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.

In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.

Listening and empathizing will enable you to look past fake smiles and dive deeper into the pain in their eyes.

Storms in his eyes, Fire in his heart, Lust in his touch, Tearing me apart.

I saved a spider from death. Stuck on the smooth white curvature, Almost drowning in the bathtub of regret. Eight eyes looking up at me, a face he will never forget.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

A sky is full of stars. Still, I am gazing at her eyes.