C. Elizabeth Quotes
When people speak of Time's healing magic, they are simply being euphemistic about our human tendency - and perhaps necessity - to forget.
Anybody who is stupid enough often stumbles on an effect that could never be thought up by the most brilliant. I suspect that there is a thing which you might call the genius of stupidity.
If you loved, sooner or later you always lost; that was the penalty you had to pay for loving. Grief can be endured - somehow. But how poor and bare would be a life which had nothing to grieve over!
I think if women would indulge more freely in vituperation, they would enjoy ten times the health they do. It seems to me they are suffering from repression.
My religious superstition gave place to rational ideas based on scientific facts, and in proportion as I looked at everything from a new standpoint, I grew more happy day by day.
You may go over the world and you will find that every form of religion which has breathed upon this earth has degraded woman.
Among the clergy we find our most violent enemies, those most opposed to any change in woman's position.
Reformers who are always compromising, have not yet grasped the idea that truth is the only safe ground to stand upon.
A mind always in contact with children and servants, whose aspirations and ambitions rise no higher than the roof that shelters it, is necessarily dwarfed in its proportions.
We demand in the Reconstruction suffrage for all the citizens of the Republic. I would not talk of Negroes or women, but of citizens.
No mortal ever has been, no mortal ever will be like the soul just launched on the sea of life.
the wrongs of society can be more deeply impressed on a large class of readers in the form of fiction than by essays, sermons, or the facts of science.
We seem to be pariahs alike in the visible and the invisible world, with no foothold anywhere, though by every principle of government and religion we should have an equal place on this planet.
To no form of religion is woman indebted for one impulse of freedom, as all alike have taught her inferiority and subjection.
Chauncy Burr ... talks well, possibly better than he thinks. But this is a common failing.
Only those who have lived all their lives under the dark clouds of vague, undefined fears can appreciate the joy of a doubting soul suddenly born into the kingdom of reason and free thought.
It is in vain to look for the elevation of woman so long as she is degraded in marriage.
The voice of woman has been silenced in the state, the church, and the home, but man cannot fulfill his destiny alone, he cannot redeem his race unaided.
To live for a principle, for the triumph of some reform by which all mankind are to be lifted up to be wedded to an idea may be, after all, the holiest and happiest of marriages.
I had been invited to speak after the lunch. But I did not go to the table until the feast ended, as I never like to eat or talk before speaking.
There is a great deal in a name. It often signifies much, and may involve a great principle.
But the love of offspring...tender and beautiful as it is, can not as sentiment rank with conjugal love.
I poured out the torrent of my long-standing discontent and I challenged them to do and dare anything.
Women and negroes, being seven-twelfths of the people, are a majority; and according to our republican theory, are the rightful rulers of the nation.
It requires philosophy and heroism to rise above the opinion of the wise men of all nations and races.
Let us remember that all reforms are interdependent, and that whatever is done to establish one principle on a solid base, strengthens all.
old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.
I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.
You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.
I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.
It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.
I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.
I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.
Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.
This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.