Top 19 Quotes & Sayings by Louise Imogen Guiney

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American poet Louise Imogen Guiney.
Last updated on December 21, 2024.
Louise Imogen Guiney

Louise Imogen Guiney was an American poet, essayist and editor, born in Roxbury, Massachusetts.

Very few can be trusted with an education.
[Death:] The one inexorable thing!
With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes. — © Louise Imogen Guiney
With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.
The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.
Children are born optimists and we slowly educate them out of their heresy
Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.
A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.
Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.
I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!
Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.
The hand betrays the heart.
My own passion, all my life, has been non-collecting.
Character demonstrates itself in trifles.
Life is legal tender, and individual character stamps its value. We are from a thousand mints, and all genuine. Despite our infinitely diverse appraisements, we make change for one another. So many ideals planted are worth the great gold of Socrates; so many impious laws broken are worth John Brown.
Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.
Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds.
Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.
High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell. — © Louise Imogen Guiney
High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell.
No pleasure or success in life quite meets the capacity of our hearts. We take in our good things with enthusiasm, and think ourselves happy and satisfied; but afterward, when the froth and foam have subsided, we discover that the goblet is not more than half-filled with the golden liquid that was poured into it.
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