222 Quotes by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Knowledge is much like dust – it sticks to one, one does not know how.

Thou know’st how fearless is my trust in thee.

Farewell’s a bitter word to say.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job’s friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

And this is woman’s fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

Praise – actual personal praise – oftener frets and embarrasses than it encourages. It is too small when too near.

How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another’s grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses...

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o’er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?