And from the discontent of one man The world's best progress springs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes From Ella Wheeler Wilcox Hell is wherever Love is not, and Heaven Ella Wheeler Wilcox love-islifethinking There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;All things give way before it soon or late.What obstacle can stay the mighty forceOf the sea seeking river in its course,Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? Ella Wheeler Wilcox fatedestinysea I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sadpainsorry When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sadheartsong The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over Both look their passion through sun-kissed space, As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover Might each gaze into the other's face. Ella Wheeler Wilcox autumnpassionfashion Give us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys. Ella Wheeler Wilcox strongbeautifulgiving Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. Ella Wheeler Wilcox costbeautifulgiving Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain height, And, like an angel, stands beside us there; Then thrusts us, demon-like, in some abyss: Where, in the darkness of despair, we grope, Till, suddenly, Love greets us with a kiss And guides us back to flowery fields of hope. Ella Wheeler Wilcox painheartlove Life is too short for aught but high endeavor. Ella Wheeler Wilcox endeavortoo-shortlife Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load: I was borne down beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on, and knocked at Death's dark gate. There was no answer. Stung by sorrow's goad I forced my way into that grim abode, And laughed, and flung Life's empty sack to Fate. Ella Wheeler Wilcox fatesaddark Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. Ella Wheeler Wilcox dusthopeyears We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure Ella Wheeler Wilcox our-worldtwomoving 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. Ella Wheeler Wilcox landinsomniabeautiful 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. Ella Wheeler Wilcox wisdomwiselying Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes. Ella Wheeler Wilcox forgivenesserrorsmistake Whatever your work and whatever its worth, No matter how strong or clever, Some one will sneer if you pause to hear, And scoff at your best endeavor. For the target art has a broad expanse, And wherever you chance to hit it, Though close be your aim to the bull's-eye fame, There are those who will never admit it. Ella Wheeler Wilcox strongcleverart Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. Ella Wheeler Wilcox evilheartlove Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love! Ella Wheeler Wilcox heartbeautifullove The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame. Ella Wheeler Wilcox expressionlovemen But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing, there is no stilling That which is part of your life and breath. You may bury it deep, and leave behind you The land, the people that knew your slain; It will push the sods from its grave, and find you On wastes of water or desert plain. Ella Wheeler Wilcox landlovewater
