63 Quotes by Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall, – So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

To-morrow is ah, whose?