26 Quotes by Eliza Cook

Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!

I prize the soul that slumbers in a quiet eye.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.

The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture ought below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.