All griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEPeople who are so dreadfully “devoted” to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people’s wives as well.
More Jane Welsh Carlyle Quotes
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Cracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!
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It is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.
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Homeopathy – an invention of the Father of Lies! I have tried it and found it wanting. I would swallow their whole doles medicine chest for sixpence, and be sure of finding myself neither better nor worse for it.
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Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
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The less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.
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The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
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I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
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Young children are such nasty little beasts!
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When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
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In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.
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Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
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The longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
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Youth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!
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If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!
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I rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.
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