I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I would give worlds, could I believe One-half that is profess'd me; Affection! could I think it Thee, When Flattery has caress'd… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Oh, no! my heart can never be Again in lightest hopes the same; The love that lingers there for thee Hath more… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline;… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
