73 Quotes by Ella Wilcox

This is the way of it, wide world over,One is beloved, and one is the lover,One gives and the other receives.

This is the way of it, sad earth over,The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,And the other learns to forget.For what is the use of endless sorrow?Though the sun goes down, it will rise to-morrow;And life is not over yet.

For here lies the pleasure of living:In taking God's bounties, and givingThe gifts back again.

Talk health. The dreary, never-changing taleOf mortal maladies is worn and stale.You cannot charm, or interest, or pleaseBy harping on that minor chord, disease.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enoughWithout your woes. No path is wholly rough.

Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other,That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

The two kinds of people on earth that I meanAre the people who lift and the people who lean.

I know there are no errors,In the great Eternal plan,And all things work togetherFor the final good of man.

I know that the soul is aidedSometimes by the heart's unrest,And to grow means often to suffer --But whatever is--is best.