Teaching, I find, is not the most amusing thing on earth; in fact, with a stupid lump for a Pupil, it is about the most irksome.
JANE WELSH CARLYLERelated Topics
Anand Thakur
Teaching, I find, is not the most amusing thing on earth; in fact, with a stupid lump for a Pupil, it is about the most irksome.
JANE WELSH CARLYLECracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.
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 CARLYLENever does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
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 CARLYLEAll 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEI am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.
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 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 CARLYLEThe only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
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 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 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