All griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEI rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.
More Jane Welsh Carlyle Quotes
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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 longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
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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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Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
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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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People who are so dreadfully “devoted” to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people’s wives as well.
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A 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.
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When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
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I rely on the promise, God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.
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I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
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The only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.
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On 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.
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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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The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
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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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