Top 90 Quotes & Sayings by Maria Edgeworth - Page 2

I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small gay things, that bloom and please and fade and wither and are gone and we care not for them, are refreshing interests, in life, and if we cannot say never fading pleasures, we may say unreproved pleasures and never grieving losses.

you've always been living on prospects; for my part, I'd rather have a mole-hill in possession than a mountain in prospect.

Love occupies a vast space in a woman's thoughts, but fills a small portion in a man's life.

Alarmed successively by every fashionable medical terror of the day, she dosed her children with every specific which was publicly advertised or privately recommended...The consequence was, that the dangers, which had at first been imaginary, became real: these little victims of domestic medicine never had a day's health: they looked, and were, more dead than alive.

Man is to be held only by the slightest chains; with the idea that he can break them at pleasure, he submits to them in sport.

half the good intentions of my life have been frustrated by my unfortunate habit of putting things off till to-morrow.

The Irish sometimes make and keep a vow against whiskey; these vows are usually limited to a short time.

There is no moment like the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him can have no hope from them afterwards: they will be dissipated, lost, and perish in the hurry and scurry of the world, or sunk in the slough of indolence.

Beauty is a great gift of heaven; not for the purpose of female vanity, but a great gift for one who loves, and wishes to be beloved.

The bore is good for promoting sleep; but though he causeth sleep in others, it is uncertain whether he ever sleeps himself; as few can keep awake in his company long enough to see. It is supposed that when he sleeps it is with his mouth open.

how impossible it is not to laugh in some company, or to laugh in others.

Now flattery can never do good; twice cursed in the giving and the receiving, it ought to be.

when driven to the necessity of explaining, I found that I did not myself understand what I meant.

I ... practiced all the arts of apology, evasion, and invisibility, to which procrastinators must sooner or later be reduced.

every man who takes a part in politics, especially in times when parties run high, must expect to be abused; they must bear it; and their friends must learn to bear it for them.

Nor elves, nor fays, nor magic charm, Have pow'r, or will, to work us harm; For those who dare the truth to tell, Fays, elves, and fairies, wish them well.

Possessed, as are all the fair daughters of Eve, of an hereditary propensity, transmitted to them undiminished through succeeding generations, to be 'soonmoved withtheslightesttouch of blame'; very little precept and practice will confirm them in the habit, and instruct them all the maxims, of self-justification.

A love-match was the only thing for happiness, where the parties could any way afford it.

Did the Warwickshire militia, who were chiefly artisans, teach the Irish to drink beer, or did they learn from the Irish how to drink whiskey?

Let menot, even inmyownmind, committheinjustice of taking a speck for the whole.

There are two sorts of content; one is connected with exertion, the other with habits of indolence. The first is a virtue; the other, a vice.

Nature's hasty conscience.

Bishop Wilkins prophesied that the time would come when gentlemen, when they were to go on a journey, would call for their wings as regularly as they call for their boots.

Home! With what different sensations different people pronounce and hear that word pronounced!

A man who sells his conscience for his interest will sell it for his pleasure. A man who will betray his country will betray his friend.

Those who have lived in a house with spoiled children must have a lively recollection of the degree of torment they can inflict upon all who are within sight or hearing.

According to the Asiatics, Cupid's bow is strung with bees which are apt to sting, sometimes fatally, those who meddle with it.

Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.

We perfectly agreed in our ideas of traveling; we hurried from place to place as fast as horses and wheels, and curses and guineas, could carry us.

Sir Patrick Rackrent lived and died a monument of old Irish hospitality.