Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Repentance is a one-faced Janus, ever looking to the past. — 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
