Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
There are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to try to console without betraying a knowledge of their existence, as there are physical maladies which a physician ought to seek to heal without letting the sufferer know… — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is… — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few… — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
A woman's head is always influenced by her heart, but a man's heart is always influenced by his head. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Listeners beware, for ye are doomed never to hear good of yourselves. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
There are no persons capable of stooping so low as those who desire to rise in the world. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows,… — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
