Top 25 Quotes & Sayings by Mary Boykin Chesnut

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Last updated on April 15, 2025.
Mary Boykin Chesnut

Mary Boykin Chesnut was an American author noted for a book published as her Civil War diary, a "vivid picture of a society in the throes of its life-and-death struggle." She described the war from within her upper-class circles of Southern slaveowner society, but encompassed all classes in her book. She was married to a lawyer who served as a United States senator and Confederate officer. Chesnut worked toward a final form of her book in 1881–1884, based on her extensive diary written during the war years. It was published in 1905, 19 years after her death. New versions were published after her papers were discovered, in 1949 by the novelist Ben Ames Williams, and in 1981 by the historian C. Vann Woodward, whose annotated edition of the diary, Mary Chesnut's Civil War (1981), won the Pulitzer Prize for History in 1982. Literary critics have praised Chesnut's diary—the influential writer Edmund Wilson termed it "a work of art" and a "masterpiece" of the genre—as the most important work by a Confederate author.

Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.
I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails.
She died praying that she might die. — © Mary Boykin Chesnut
She died praying that she might die.
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
Is anything worth it?
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world.
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe.
I am always on the women's side.
I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
To think there are men who dare so defile a church, a sacred sanctuary dedicated to God. We have to hold up our skirts and walk tiptoe, so covered is the floor, the aisle and pews, with the dark shower of tobacco juice.
Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.
Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.
We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate... Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape.
A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.
Threatened men live long.
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.
Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.
There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves. — © Mary Boykin Chesnut
There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.
Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world
We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.
Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe
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