Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes & Sayings

No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Our Beasts and our Thieves and our Chattels
Have weight for good or for ill;
But the Poor are only His image,
His presence, His word, His will; -
And so Lazarus lies at our doorstep
And Dives neglects him still. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.' — Adelaide Anne Procter

See how time makes all grief decay. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth's weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm'd way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Hours are golden links, God's token
Reaching heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done. — Adelaide Anne Procter

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Judge not; the workings of his brain
And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field,
Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. — Adelaide Anne Procter

One by one bright gifts from heaven
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them go. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Each man has some part to play. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one
Have limits to its mercy; God has none. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife,
Some pure ideal of a noble life
That once seemed possible? Did we not hear
The flutter of its wings, and feel it near,
And just within our reach? It was. And yet
We lost it in this daily jar and fret,
And now live idle in a vague regret.
But still our place is kept, and it will wait,
Ready for us to fill it, soon or late:
No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Since Good, though only thought, has life and breath,
God's life
can always be redeemed from death;
And evil, in its nature, is decay,
And any hour can blot it all away;
The hopes that lost in some far distance seem,
May be the truer life, and this the dream. — Adelaide Anne Procter

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Half my life is full of sorrow,
Half of joy, still fresh and new;
One of these lives is a fancy,
But the other one is true. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life. — Adelaide Anne Procter

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. — Adelaide Anne Procter

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet. — Adelaide Anne Procter

Be strong to hope, O Heart!
Though day is bright,
The stars can only shine
In the dark night.
Be strong, O Heart of mine,
Look towards the light! — Adelaide Anne Procter