Explore Quotes by Amelia Barr

It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.

Time is a very precious gift- _x000D_ so precious that it is only given to _x000D_ us moment by moment.

I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth road that led to the heavenly city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.

In all troublous events we may find comfort, though it be only in the negative admission that things might have been worse.

No man was ever ruined from without; the final ruin comes from within, when you turn hopeless and lose courage!

When men make themselves into brutes it is just to treat them like brutes.

There are no little events in life, those we think of no consequence may be full of fate, and it is at our own risk if we neglect the acquaintances and opportunities that seem to be casually offered, and of small importance.

Genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.

Old age is the verdict of life.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Spiritual favors are not always to be looked for, and not always to be relied on.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths, it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.