Quotes by Lucy Larcom

“He who plants a tree, plants a hope.”

“No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.”

“Whatever science and philosophy may do for mankind, the world can never outgrow its need of the simplicity that is in Christ.”

“A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.”

“What is the meaning of 'gossip?' Doesn't it originate with sympathy, an interest in one's neighbor, degenerating into idle curiosity and love of tattling? Which is worse, this habit, or keeping one...”

“From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blen...”

“A friend is a beloved mystery; dearest always because he is not ourself, and has something in him which it is impossible for us to fathom. If it were not so, friendship would lose its chief zest.”

“If the world's a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.”

“Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously...”

“Whatever with the past has gone the best is always yet to come.”

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

“Whatever with the past has gone the best is always yet to come.”

“This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze But is the echo of some voice beloved: Its pines have human tones; its billows wear The color and the sparkle of dear eyes. Its flowers are sweet with tou...”

“These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs i...”

“Oh, her heart’s adrift with oneOn an endless voyage gone! Night and morningHannah’s at the window binding shoes.”

“I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine, — The orchard and the mowing fields, The lawns and gardens fine.”

“Richer am I than he who owns Great fleets and argosies; I have a share in every ship Won by the inland breeze, To loiter on yon airy road Above the apple-trees. I freight them with my untold dreams...”

“Sometimes they seem like living shapes, — The people of the sky, — Guests in white raiment coming down From heaven, which is close by; I call them by familiar names, As one by one draws nigh.”

“A part is greater than the whole; By hints are mysteries told. The fringes of eternity, — God's sweeping garment-fold, In that bright shred of glittering sea, I reach out for and hold.”

“By suns unsettling kist. Out through the utmost gates of space, Past where the gray stars drift, To the widening Infinite, my soul Glides on, a vessel swift, Yet loses not her anchorage In yonder a...”