BAILLIE, Joanna Quotes
(1762-1851), English poet
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
He who will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor frozen churl.
If my heart were not light, I would die.
That looked as though an angel, in his upward flight, had left his mantle floating in mid-air.
She who only finds her self-esteem in admiration, depends on others for her daily food and is the very servant of her slaves.—Over men she may exert a childish power, which not ennobles, but degrades her state.
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, for that were stupid and irrational; but he whose noble soul subdues its fear, and bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
The inward sighs of humble penitence rise to the ear of heaven, when pealed hymns are scattered to the common air.
Dreams full oft are found of real events the forms and shadows.
I believe the earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions, to which a moving crowd is forever pressing.
Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; whose sluggish minds, even in fair honor's field, still on their dinner turn.
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl.
Who will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl.
Half uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half veiled beauty is more precious than the whole.
A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
From the sad years of life we sometimes do short hours, yea, minutes strike, keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten; which, through the dreary gloom of time o'erpast, shine like fair sunny spots on a wild waste.
The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial: but there doth live a power that to the battle girdeth the weak.