The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
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 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 CARLYLEHomeopathy – 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.
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 CARLYLEOn earth the living have much to bear; the difference is chiefly in the manner of bearing, and my manner of bearing is far from being the best.
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 CARLYLEA positive engagement to marry a certain person at a certain time, at all haps and hazards, I have always considered the most ridiculous thing on earth.
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 CARLYLEThe only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.
JANE WELSH CARLYLENever does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIn 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLETime is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEI am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe 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 CARLYLE