The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame. Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes From Ella Wheeler Wilcox What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings. We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead. We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that's the burden of a year. Ella Wheeler Wilcox new-yeardreamlying Whatever is... is best. Ella Wheeler Wilcox positive-thinkingacceptancethinking It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is luring your soul away. But it is only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire. For the soul that is worth the treasures of the earth is the soul that resists desire. Ella Wheeler Wilcox voicefirecharacter For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros. Ella Wheeler Wilcox successfunnyart With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day! Ella Wheeler Wilcox passiontimeart We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel. Ella Wheeler Wilcox inspirationblowlaughing For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go. Ella Wheeler Wilcox wisdomprayerletting-go 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 Ella Wheeler Wilcox givingmenworld Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea. Ella Wheeler Wilcox eyedarkfall Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true. Ella Wheeler Wilcox wellsattitudepositive Time is the best avenger. Ella Wheeler Wilcox avengerstime Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Ella Wheeler Wilcox straintime-lovetime There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Ella Wheeler Wilcox path-of-lovelifeheaven Look in; and learn the wrong, and right, Ella Wheeler Wilcox lawlove-islife There is no language that love does not speak. Ella Wheeler Wilcox languagedoelife Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Ella Wheeler Wilcox lightgivinglife Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Ella Wheeler Wilcox fatewaitinglife There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder. Ella Wheeler Wilcox geniussilenceacceptance And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with abated breath And white, set face-a little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before. Ella Wheeler Wilcox seabeautifullove My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September. Ella Wheeler Wilcox passionsummersweet
