Lydia M. Child Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• The existence of very pious feelings, in conjunction with intolerance, cruelty, and selfish policy, has never ceased to surprise and perplex those who have viewed it calmly from a distance. ... It is impossible to exaggerate the evil work theology has done in the world. What destruction of the beautiful monuments of past ages, what waste of life, what disturbance of domestic and social happiness, what perverted feelings, what blighted hearts, have always marked its baneful progress!

  Lydia M. Child

  Beautiful, Selfish, Distance

• A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves.

  Lydia M. Child

  Flower, Heart, Autumn

• Not in vain is Ireland pouring itself all over the earth. The Irish, with their glowing hearts and reverent credulity, are needed in this cold age of intellect and skepticism.

  Lydia M. Child

  Heart, Glowing, Age

  "Letters from New York". Book by Lydia Maria Child, Letter No. 33, 1843.

• Ah, my friend, that is the only true church organization, when heads and hearts unite in working for the welfare of the human race!

  Lydia M. Child

  Heart, Race, Organization

• Neither lemonade nor anything else can prevent the inroads of old age. At present, I am stoical under its advances, and hope I shall remain so. I have but one prayer at heart; and that is, to have my faculties so far preserved that I can be useful, in some way or other, to the last.

  Lydia M. Child

  Prayer, Heart, People

  Letter to Harriet Seward, 1869.

• Home - that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel's wings.

  Lydia M. Child

  Blessed, Home, Heart

  "Letters from New York". Book by Lydia Maria Child, Letter No. 34, 1843.

• Thy treasures of gold
  Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold;
  Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear
  The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear.

  Lydia M. Child

  Home, Heart, Blood

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