It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world. 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-is life thinking 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 fate destiny sea 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 sad pain sorry 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 sad heart song 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 autumn passion fashion 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 strong beautiful giving Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. Ella Wheeler Wilcox cost beautiful giving 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 pain heart love Life is too short for aught but high endeavor. Ella Wheeler Wilcox endeavor too-short life 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 fate sad dark Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. Ella Wheeler Wilcox dust hope years 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-world two moving 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 land insomnia beautiful 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 wisdom wise lying 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 forgiveness errors mistake 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 strong clever art Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. Ella Wheeler Wilcox evil heart love 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 heart beautiful love The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame. Ella Wheeler Wilcox expression love men 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 land love water
