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Young children are such nasty little beasts!
– Jane Welsh Carlyle
Use the noble gifts which God has given you!
Men may be rivals, opponents in their fortunes, and yet be friends in their hearts and fair towards each other’s worth; but woman, the instant she is rivaled, becomes unjust.
I do think there is much truth in the Young German idea that marriage is a shockingly immoral institution, as well as what we have long known it for – an extremely disagreeable one.
The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover’s eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?
The habits of study in which I have been brought up have done much to support me. I never allow myself to be one moment unoccupied.
Either I am just what God intended me for, or God cannot ‘carry out’ His intentions, it would seem.
They call me ‘sweet,’ and ‘gentle’; and some of the men go the length of calling me ‘endearing,’ and I laugh in my sleeve and think, ‘Oh, Lord! If you but knew what a brimstone of a creature I am behind all this beautiful amiability!’
A fashionable wife! Oh! Never will I be anything so heartless! I have pictured for myself a far higher destiny than this. – Will it ever be more than a picture?
Who knows but I shall grow reasonable at last, descend from my ideal heaven to the real earth, marry, and – Oh Plato! – make a pudding?
I declare I would rather be a kitten and cry, ‘Mew!’ than live as I see many of my female acquaintances do, tearing each other’s characters to pieces, and wearing out their lives in vanity and vexation of spirit.
Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
I rely on the promise, ‘God is kind to women, fools, and drunk people.’
Indeed, I should be very stupid or very thankless if I did not congratulate myself every hour of the day on the lot which it has pleased Providence to assign me. My Husband is so kind! So, in all respects, after my own heart!
It is much to be wished that one had a post that knew what it was doing again; and lawmakers that knew what they were doing. If I were the Government, I should feel rather ashamed of making regulations one month and unmaking them the next.
One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
One of the main uses of a home is to stay in it, when one is too weak and spiritless for conforming, without effort, to the ways of other houses.
I wonder that among all the evils deprecated in the Liturgy, no one thought of inserting flitting. Is there any worse thing? Oh no, no!
I have lived so long among people who do not understand me, been so long accustomed to refrain and disguise myself for fear of being laughed at, that I have grown as difficult to come at as a snail in a shell; and what is worse, I cannot come out of my shell when I wish it.
‘On earth the living have much to bear;’ the difference is chiefly in the manner of bearing, and my manner of bearing is far from being the best.
Teaching, I find, is not the most amusing thing on earth; in fact, with a stupid lump for a Pupil, it is about the most irksome.
There is nothing like a good bit of pain for taking the conceit out of one.
The surest way to get a thing in this life is to be prepared for doing without it, to the exclusion even of hope.
But what are friends? What is a husband, even, compared with one’s Mother? Of her love, one is always so sure! It is the only love that nothing – not even misconduct on our part – can take away from us.