106 Quotes by H. Rider Haggard

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

But what is done is done. Who can make the dead tree green, or gaze again upon last year’s light? Who can recall the spoken word, or bring back the spirit of the fallen? That which Time swallows comes not up again. Let it be forgotten!

The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang.

We white people think that we know everything.

Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without – that he himself must work out his own salvation.

Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.

Heretofore my life has been calm as a summer’s day; but who knows when winter storms may rise, and often I have thought that I was born to know wind and rain and lightning as well as peace and sunshine.

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

Now the western tempest was scrawled all over with lines of intolerable light, while the inky head of the cloud-giant to the east was continually suffused with a white and deadly glow that came and went in pulses, as though a blood of flame was being pumped into it from the heart of the storm.