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| We women are always in danger of living too exclusively in the affections; and though our affections are perhaps the best gifts we have, we ought also to have our share of the more independent life / some joy in things for their own sake. It is piteous to see the helplessness of some sweet women when their affections are disappointed / because all their teaching has been, that they can only delight in study of any kind for the sake of a personal love. They have never contemplated an independent delight in ideas as an experience which they could confess without being laughed at. Yet surely women need this defense against passionate affliction even more than men. | | Uncategorized | |
| Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. | | Uncategorized | |
| Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other? | | Uncategorized | |
| What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind - the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship. | | Uncategorized | |
| What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other? | | Uncategorized | |
| What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined ... to strengthen each other ... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories. | | Uncategorized | |
| What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent, unspeakable memories. | | Soul | |
| What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories. | | Uncategorized | |
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| What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs? | | Uncategorized | |
| When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity. | | Uncategorized | |
| When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks, writing is less unsatisfactory than speech - one does not, at least, hear how inadequate the words are | | Uncategorized | |
| When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion. | | Uncategorized | |
| Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike. | | Uncategorized | |
| Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it. | | Uncategorized | |
| Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? | | Uncategorized | |
| With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavours and the tinglings of a merited shame. | | Uncategorized | |
| Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral | | Funerals | |
| Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night. | | Uncategorized | |
| Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it? | | Uncategorized | |
