C. Elizabeth Quotes
You take whatever works from wherever you can find it, and you keep moving toward the light.
Hard are life's early steps; and but that youth is buoyant, confident, and strong in hope, men would behold its threshold, and despair.
Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.
Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one's words represent one's thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect on others.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.
I would give worlds, could I believe One-half that is profess'd me; Affection! could I think it Thee, When Flattery has caress'd me.
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.
Creativity is a scavenger hunt. It's your obligation to pay attention to clues, to the thing that gives you that little tweak.
At Christmas-tide the open hand Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land, And none are left to grieve alone, For Love is heaven and claims its own.
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?
In very truth it is the unattained which gives zest to the commonplace and brims the cup of our daily life with keenest joy.
The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,--ask thine own bosom-- Are emblems of thee.
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.
But if you can plant yourself in stillness long enough, you will, in time, experience the truth that everything (both uncomfortable and lovely) does eventually pass.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.
When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.
... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.
he who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent.
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time.
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
I believe every woman should have the right to live in a home free of deadly weapons.
From the most sacred ancient text of Yoga: Oh Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, strong, and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind.
And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
