THE present! it is but a drop from the seaIn the mighty depths of eternity.I love it not—it taketh its birthToo near to the dull and the common earth. Letitia Elizabeth Landon More Quotes by Letitia Elizabeth Landon More Quotes From Letitia Elizabeth Landon There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness. Letitia Elizabeth Landon miserypaint the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time. Letitia Elizabeth Landon life-is-too-shortremembrancelive-in-the-moment The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye. Letitia Elizabeth Landon eyedarkheart A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness. Letitia Elizabeth Landon tombsfame A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble. Letitia Elizabeth Landon book Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present. Letitia Elizabeth Landon jobsmemoriespast We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch. Letitia Elizabeth Landon hopelovememories he who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent. Letitia Elizabeth Landon discontentpleasurenames ... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification. Letitia Elizabeth Landon vanityprideheart Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want. Letitia Elizabeth Landon answerskindnesssweet Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight. Letitia Elizabeth Landon twilightsleepnight I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay. Letitia Elizabeth Landon autumncuttingspring How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning! Letitia Elizabeth Landon gladmorningbeautiful What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions. Letitia Elizabeth Landon passionpainlife My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping. Letitia Elizabeth Landon tearssleepheart Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time. Letitia Elizabeth Landon teachexperience To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage. Letitia Elizabeth Landon advantagehourspolitics One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy. Letitia Elizabeth Landon our-thoughtspleasuresympathy Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling. Letitia Elizabeth Landon meetingsabsencefeelings Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away. Letitia Elizabeth Landon generationspassing-awaymemories
