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 CARLYLERelated Topics
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 CARLYLEThe longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEWhen one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
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 CARLYLEI am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
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 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 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 CARLYLEYoung children are such nasty little beasts!
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 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 CARLYLEYouth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!
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 CARLYLENever does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEAll griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
JANE WELSH CARLYLE