A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik More Quotes by Dinah Maria Murlock Craik More Quotes From Dinah Maria Murlock Craik It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik minutesoddtime To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik life-lessonacceptancestruggle Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Dinah Maria Murlock Craik flowerspringsweet Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Dinah Maria Murlock Craik wind-blowingstrongsea ... it does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik great-peopledoepeople Unless a woman has a decided pleasure and facility in teaching, an honest knowledge of everything she professes to impart, a liking for children, and, above all, a strong moral sense of her responsibility towards them, for her to attempt to enroll herself in the scholastic order is absolute profanation. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik strongteachingchildren As we sail through life towards death, Dinah Maria Murlock Craik friendsheavenyears It is a curious truth - and yet a truth forced upon us by daily observation - that it is not the women who have suffered most who are the unhappy women. A state of permanent unhappiness - not the morbid, half-cherished melancholy of youth, which generally wears off with wiser years, but that settled, incurable discontent and dissatisfaction with all things and all people, which we see in some women, is, with very rare exceptions, at once the index and the exponent of a thoroughly selfish character. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik selfishcharacteryears O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Dinah Maria Murlock Craik queensflowerfeet Young Dandelion Dinah Maria Murlock Craik eyeairsweet A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik lost-loveimaginationloss It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that you are trying - to make them happy. And you rarely can make another happy, unless you are happy yourself. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik usetryingpeople Though it is folly to suppose that happiness is a matter of volition, and that we can make ourselves content and cheerful whenever we choose - a theory that many poor hypochondriacs are taunted with till they are nigh driven mad - yet, on the other hand, no sane mind is ever left without the power of self-discipline and self-control in a measure, which measure increases in proportion as it is exercised. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik disciplineselfhands Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik marriage The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik great-mendoemen One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik helpinglittlessometimes Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik floatingdreamwater This is practically the language used to fallen women, and chiefly by their own sex: "God may forgive you, but we never can!" - a declaration which, however common, in spirit if not in substance, is, when one comes to analyse it, unparalleled in its arrogance of blasphemy. That for a single offence, however grave, a whole life should be blasted, is a doctrine repugnant even to Nature's own dealings in the visible world. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik forgivingarrogancesex We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik constructsmake-the-best-of-ithuman-nature ... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion. Dinah Maria Murlock Craik proportionlife-isbook
