Quotes
Quotes - Meredith
All wisdom's armory this man could wield.
The actors are, it seems, the usual three:
Husband and wife and lover.
How many a thing which we cast to the ground,
When others pick it up, becomes a gem!
First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill.
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,
Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won.
But O the truth, the truth! the many eyes
That look on it! the diverse things they see!
I've studied men from my topsy-turvy
Close, and I reckon, rather true.
Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy;
Most, a dash between the two.
With patient inattention hear him prate.
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting;
So were it with me if forgetting could be willed.
Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring,
Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman.
Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too.
There is nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by.
A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harder blows, make acute and balanced observers.
Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.
"Spiral!" the memorable Lady terms Our mind's ascent.
Genius does what it must, and Talent does what it can.
