What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever. — 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
