Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?
A woman only can understand a woman. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
A woman only can understand a woman.
- Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is the cause for pleasure and for pain: But music moves us, and we know not why? We feel the tears, but cannot trace their source. Is it the… - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is the cause for pleasure and for pain: But music moves us, and we know not why? We feel the tears, but cannot trace their source. Is it the…
Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to t… - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to t…
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.
An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.
Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.
Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most d… - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most d…
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