And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. Jean Ingelow More Quotes by Jean Ingelow More Quotes From Jean Ingelow I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. Jean Ingelow cheerfulheartthinking Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Jean Ingelow miraclemen A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life. Jean Ingelow blessingbeautylife I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered. Jean Ingelow prayerthank-youlife The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. Jean Ingelow flowermoonnight we wish for more in life rather than more of it. Jean Ingelow wishlife I am athirst for God, the living God. Jean Ingelow god When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. Jean Ingelow sparrowscrysorrow I don't want to die. But I want to be dead. Jean Ingelow suicidewantdepression Tears are the showers that fertilize this world. Jean Ingelow this-worldtearsworld How short our happy days appear! Jean Ingelow happy-daytimelong I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered Jean Ingelow thank-godprayerlong How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored. Jean Ingelow rocksstarssky Children bring their own love with them when they come. Jean Ingelow headstonechildren There is but halting for the wearied foot; Jean Ingelow strongerfeetlife Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side. Jean Ingelow teensteenageinspirational There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. Jean Ingelow despairrainheaven People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display. Jean Ingelow displayobscuritypeople I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Jean Ingelow summerspringlong What is thy thought? There is no miracle? Jean Ingelow menfatherart
