Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler
Wilcox
1850
1919

American Poet and Novelist known for "Poems of Passion" and "Solitude" which states "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone"

Author Quotes

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand. Though brave its walls as any in the land, and its tall turrets lift their heads in grace; though skilful and accomplished artists trace most beautiful designs on every hand, and gleaming statues in dim niches stand, and fountains play in some flow'r-hidden place: yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust of adverst fate is blown, or sad rains fall day in, day out, against its yielding wall, lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust. Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe, needs friendship's solid masonwork below.

Give us that grand word "woman" once again, and let's have done with "lady"; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.

Life is a Shylock; always it demands the fullest userer's interest for each pleasure. Gifts are not freely scattered by its hands; we make returns for every borrowed treasure.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Time is the best avenger.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

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.

He who prates of human nature's baseness and deceit looks in the mirror of his heart, and sees his kind therein reflected.

Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.

Thank God, I say, for while I love you so, With that vast love, as passionate as tender, I feel an exultation as I know I have not made you a complete surrender. Here is my body; bruise it, if you will, and break my heart; I have that something still. You cannot grasp it

Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing will change for you soon to a livelier strain.

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.

All the past is not worth one today.

How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it; by the quivering lid of an averted eye-- the smile that proves the parent to a sigh thus doth Love speak.

Lifting and Leaning - There are two kinds of people on earth today, just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the good and the bad, for 'tis well understood the good are half bad and the bad are half good. Not the happy and sad, for the swift-flying years brings each man his laughter and each man his tears. Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth you must first know the state of his conscience and health. Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span he who puts on vain airs is not counted a man. No! The two kinds of people on earth I mean are the people who lift and the people who lean. Wherever you go you will find the world's masses are ever divided in just two classes. And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I ween, there is only one lifter to twenty who lean. In which class are you? Are you easing the load of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road? Or are you a leaner who lets others bear your portion of worry and labor and care?

The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, the headstones thicken along the way; and life grows sadder, but love grows stronger for those who walk with us day by day.

To know for an hour you were mine completely -- Mine in body and soul, my own -- I would bear unending tortures sweetly, with not a murmur and not a moan. A lighter sin or a lesser error might change through hope or fear divine; but there is no fear, and hell has no terror, to change or alter a love like mine.

You will be surprised to find how much that has seemed hopelessly disagreeable possesses either an instructive or an amusing side.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.

I hold it true that thoughts are things endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, and that we send them forth to fill the world with good results--or ill.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate; As the voyage along thru life; 'Tis the will of the soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.

The longer I live and the more I see of the struggle of souls toward the heights above, the stronger this truth comes home to me: that the Universe rests on the shoulders of love; a love so limitless, deep, and broad, that men have renamed it and called it--God.

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

I like the roar of cities. In the mart, where busy toilers strive for place and gain, I seem to read humanity's great heart, and share its hopes, its pleasures, and its pain.

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First Name
Ella Wheeler
Last Name
Wilcox
Birth Date
1850
Death Date
1919
Bio

American Poet and Novelist known for "Poems of Passion" and "Solitude" which states "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone"