Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Many true words are spoken in jest.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Silence sweeter is than speech.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

we are so scornful when we are young!

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

To-morrow is ah, whose?

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

there is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide?

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

A perfect marriage is as rare as a perfect love. Could it be otherwise, when both men and women are so imperfect?…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

It may often be noticed, the less virtuous people are, the more they shrink away from the slightest whiff of the odour…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan;…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Not perhaps until later life, until the follies, passions, and selfishness of youth have died out, do we . . . recognize…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be;…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence. The Omnipotent Himself could never be supposed…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Gossip, public, private, social - to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows. Everybody…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Though it is folly to suppose that happiness is a matter of volition, and that we can make ourselves content and cheerful…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

genius is original, unique; and in whatever form it may develop itself is the greatest gift that can be given to man,…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Human life is so full of pain, that once past the youthful delusion that a sad countenance is interesting, and an incurable…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

To have loved and lost, either by that total disenchantment which leaves compassion as the sole substitute for love which can exist…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik