Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Famous Quotes & Sayings
Discover top inspirational quotes from Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Wise Famous Quotes.
That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.
When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent, or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
No fate could rob us of our own
No circumstance can make it less;
What time removes was but a loan,
For what was ours we still possess.
No circumstance can make it less;
What time removes was but a loan,
For what was ours we still possess.
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep.
Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.The winding road slants downward many a time;Yet each descent is higher than the last.
I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place ...
It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.
And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness
Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.
Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.
How fleeting the sorrows of youth, how slight the foundations on which the young build towers of despair
Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true ...
It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion.
Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.
We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.
The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know ...
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust ...
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.
High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"
Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, and look for the virtue behind them.
One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?
God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her ...
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way ...
This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after.
Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair ...
Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die
It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back
You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go!
How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!
Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind ...
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe ...