Louise Imogen Guiney Quotes & Sayings

The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Character demonstrates itself in trifles. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before. — Louise Imogen Guiney

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. — Louise Imogen Guiney

High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell. — Louise Imogen Guiney

The hand betrays the heart ... — Louise Imogen Guiney

Children are born optimists and we slowly educate them out of their heresy — Louise Imogen Guiney

[Death:] The one inexorable thing! — Louise Imogen Guiney

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! — Louise Imogen Guiney

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. — Louise Imogen Guiney

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes. — Louise Imogen Guiney

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. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Very few can be trusted with an education. — Louise Imogen Guiney

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. — Louise Imogen Guiney

Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds ... — Louise Imogen Guiney

Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued ... — Louise Imogen Guiney

My own passion, all my life, has been non-collecting. — Louise Imogen Guiney