Lucy Larcom Quotes

Whatever with the past is gone, the best is always yet to come.

The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.

Grief is a tattered tent Where through God's light doth shine.

To her bier comes the year, not with weeping and distress, as mortals do; but to guide her way to it, all the trees have torches lit.

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul.

Life hangs as nothing in the scale against dear Liberty!

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard things or the pleasant things did me the most good.