Dinah Craik Short Quotes

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It often doth befall,
He who conquers loses all.

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Love with him was a plant of very slow growth...

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Immortality alone could teach this mortal how to die.

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The only way to make people good, is to make them happy.

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It does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant.

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There is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

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God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

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We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

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Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

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Oh, if I could live four weeks longer! but no matter, no matter!

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Love that giveth in full store,
Aye receives as much, and more.

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The worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

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The buttercups across the field
Made sunshine rifts of splendor.

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Happiness! Can any human being undertake to define it for another?

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We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.

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Never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

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The plan of this world is infinite similarity and yet infinite variety.

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Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

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For love, or repentance, or amendment, there are no such words as 'too late'.

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What a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

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Oh my son's my son till he gets a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all her life.

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The secret of life is not to do what one likes, but to try to like what one has to do.

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There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

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Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

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No rest — no dark.
Hour after hour that passionless bright face
Climbs up the desolate blue.

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