The triumphal-procession-air which, in our manners and customs, is given to marriage at the outset – that singing of Te Deum before the battle has begun.
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Anand Thakur
The triumphal-procession-air which, in our manners and customs, is given to marriage at the outset – that singing of Te Deum before the battle has begun.
JANE WELSH CARLYLENot a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written — as long as I keep my senses, at least.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEYouth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!
JANE WELSH CARLYLEI rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.
JANE WELSH CARLYLENever does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe surest way to get a thing in this life is to be prepared for doing without it, to the exclusion even of hope.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEInstead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEHow many precious things do we not already possess which others have not – have hardly an idea of! Let us enjoy these, then, and bless God that we are permitted to enjoy them, rather than importune His goodness with vain longings for more.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEWhen one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEA fashionable wife! Oh! Never will I be anything so heartless! I have pictured for myself a far higher destiny than this. – Will it ever be more than a picture?
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIf 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!
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIt 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEI am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
JANE WELSH CARLYLETime is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
JANE WELSH CARLYLE