Lucy Larcom Quotes

Lucy Larcom
American Poet
Born: Mar 5, 1824
Died: Apr 17, 1893
Every God Love Me Nature World
Related authors: Edgar Allan Poe Emily Dickinson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Maya Angelou Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Frost T. S. Eliot Walt Whitman
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's self so absorbed intellectually as to forget the sufferings and cares of others, to lose sympathy through having too much to think about? Lucy Larcom
Love Gossip Too Much Lose Think Too Sympathy Cares Others Worse Neighbor About Having Habit Through Self Absorb Idle Intellectually Curiosity Forget Which Interest Meaning Meaning Of Much Originate Sufferings Keeping
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings. Lucy Larcom
Born Something Always Were Where Holds Place Us
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. Lucy Larcom
Nature Some Charm More Scenery No-One Noble Feel Employment Close Escape Laborer Than Refreshment
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 blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend. Lucy Larcom
Eyes Light First Beauty Baby Our Earthly Sunbeam Out Comprehend Fingers Shall Never Blending Opening Reaching Attracts Ineffable Die Heavenly After Which Clutch Us Fully
Whatever science and philosophy may do for mankind, the world can never outgrow its need of the simplicity that is in Christ. Lucy Larcom
Science World Simplicity Christ Whatever Philosophy Outgrow Never May Mankind Need
A journal of the 'subjective' kind I have always thought foolish, as nurturing a morbid self -consciousness in the writer; and yet, alone so much as I am, it is well to have some sort of a ventilator from the interior. Lucy Larcom
Alone Interior Nurturing Thought Kind Some Morbid Foolish Writer Self Journal Self-Consciousness Well Sort Always Am Subjective Much Consciousness
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose bloom on paper, I thought I should be happy! Or if I could at last succeed in drawing the outline of winter-stripped boughs as I saw them against the sky, it seemed to me that I should be willing to spend years in trying. Lucy Larcom
Time Me Be Happy Happy Sky Thought Rose Spend Saw Paper Drawing Willing Some Seemed Outline Only Could Wished Make Were Years Heard Bloom Trying Artists Against Succeed Them If I Could Should Last
A complete autobiography would indeed be a picture of the outer and inner universe photographed upon one little life's consciousness. For does not the whole world, seen and unseen, go to the making up of every human being? Lucy Larcom
Life Human Being World Seen Picture Every Universe Complete Indeed Photographed Would Outer Unseen Does Making Making Up Go Up Human Autobiography Being Little Whole Consciousness Inner
Few parents are aware of the difficulties that beset the minds of the little philosophers and theologians who sit upon their knees or play at their feet; and many a parent could not comprehend the disturbance, if he were aware of it. Lucy Larcom
Parents Sit Few Difficulties Philosophers Minds Disturbance Comprehend Parent Could He Knees Feet Were Little Theologians Who Many Aware Play

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