Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Quotes & Sayings

I felt a weight on my chest; a sense of hot indignation which settled down into inconceivable melancholy. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A preface is usually an excrescence on a good book, and a vain apology for a worthless one; — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

It is one of my decided opinions that married people ought to have no one, be the tie ever so close and dear, living permanently with them, to break the sacred duality - no, let me say the unity of their home. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

The lad, like many another, owed nothing to his father but his mere existence - Heaven knows whether that gift is oftenest a curse or a boon. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I have seen many a face that was more good-looking - never one that looked half so good. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

[It] was the first time in my life I ever knew the meaning of that rare thing, tenderness. A quality different from kindliness, affectionateness, or benevolence; a quality which can exist only in strong, deep, and undemonstrative natures, and therefore in its perfection is oftenest found in men. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Manhood had come to him, both in character and demeanour, not as it comes to most young lads, an eagerly-desired and presumptuously-asserted claim, but as a rightful inheritance, to be received humbly, and worn simply and naturally. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

The sheriff listened uneasily to a sound, very uncommon at elections, of the populace expressing an opinion contrary to that of the lord of the soil. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,
But we forget not, never can forget. — Dinah Maria Mulock Craik