Alice Meynell Quotes

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

No mirror keeps its glances.

From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour.

Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

The traveling heart went free / With endless streams; that strife was stopped; / And down a thousand vales I dropped, / I flowed to Italy.

... I am dark but fair, / Black but fair.

There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.

Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

In childhood we all have ... a far higher sensibility for April and April evenings - a heartache for them, which in riper years is gradually and irretrievably consoled.

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

But, visiting Sea, your love doth press / And reach in further than you know, / And fills all these; and, when you go, / There's loneliness in loneliness.

O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

If life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical.

A wall is the safeguard of simplicity.

Solitude is separate experience.

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results; we value it in the act.

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results we value it in the act.

Happiness is not a matter of events it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Happiness is not a matter of events it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results we value it in the act.

Let a man turn to his own childhood-no further-if he will renew his sense of remoteness and of the mystery of change.