To have loved and lost, either by that total disenchantment which leaves compassion as the sole substitute for love which can exist no more, or by the slow torment which is obliged to let go day by day all that… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
We expect too much from our children. We exact from them a perfection which we are far from carrying out in ourselves; we require… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
It is a curious truth - and yet a truth forced upon us by daily observation - that it is not the women who… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
About the greatest virtue a friend can have, is to be able to hold her tongue; and through this, like all virtues carried to… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share
