328 Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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.

The loves of men but vary in degrees – They find no new expression for the flame.

God sent us here to make mistakes.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood – no more – to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator’s hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled...

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.

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!

How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye – The smile that proves the parent to a sigh Thus doth Love speak.

O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free – Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any – all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.