Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington, Lady Blessington, born Margaret Power

Marguerite
Gardiner, Countess of Blessington, Lady Blessington, born Margaret Power
1789
1849

Irish Novelist

Author Quotes

A mother?s love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring!

The chief requisites for a courtier are a flexible conscience and an inflexible politeness.

A woman should not paint sentiment till she has ceased to inspire it.

The Temple of Diana is in the vicinity of the fountain, which has given rise to the conjecture that it originally constituted a portion of the ancient baths.

Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.

The vices of the rich and great are mistaken for error; and those of the poor and lowly, for crimes.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pen, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty.

Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers.

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.

When the sun shines on you, you see your friends. It requires sunshine to be seen by them to advantage!

In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and everything seems altered.

Love often re-illumes his extinguished flame at the torch of jealousy.

Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals in thus offering up testimonials of their respect for persons of whose very names posterity is ignorant?

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

Women excel more in literary judgment than in literary production,?they are better critics than authors.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

Satire often proceeds less from ill nature than a desire to display wit.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

Author Picture
First Name
Marguerite
Last Name
Gardiner, Countess of Blessington, Lady Blessington, born Margaret Power
Birth Date
1789
Death Date
1849
Bio

Irish Novelist