Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Now, to be properly enjoyed, a walking tour should be gone upon alone.... Freedom is of the essence, because you should be… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway. The cruelest lies are often told in silence. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find is an honest friend. He is a fortunate… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The problem of education is twofold: first to know, and then to utter. Everyone who lives any semblance of an inner life thinks more… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“For thirty years," he said, "I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul, provisions running out,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in spring, to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
You have no idea, unless you have tried it, how endlessly long is a summer's day, that you measure out only by hunger, and… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
