Quotes from Elizabeth Stoddard

The country is crazy with barrenness, and the sea mocks it with its terrible beauty.

By the shore at night the vague tumultuous sphere, swayed by an influence mightier than itself, gave voice, which drew my soul to utter speech for speech.

The desolation of winter sustains our frail hopes. Nature is kindest then; she does not taunt us with fruition. It is the luxury of summer which tantalizes—her long, brilliant, blossoming days, her dewy, radiant nights.

I know now there should have been no higher beatitude than to live in the presence of an unselfish, unasking, vital love.