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That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin. And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said, When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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No question is ever settled until it is settled right.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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We waste half our strength in a useless regretting; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Time is the best avenger.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is no language that love does not speak
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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All hope is prayer; who calls it hope no more, Sends prayer footsore forth over weary wastes, While he who calls it prayer, gives wings to hope.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endless life.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering spark of sinless flame, and blow, Lest in the sudden waking of desire Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is flecked. Love's supreme moment, when the soul unchecked Soars high as heaven, and its best rapture knows, These hold a deeper pathos than our woes, Since they leave nothing better to expect.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
