Quotes from Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

I do not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.

I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.

who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.

There are words to paint the misery of love, but none to paint its happiness.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.

The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.

The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.

It is said that ridicule is the test of truth: it is never applied, but when we wish to deceive ourselves.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.

... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.

Oh, no! my heart can never be Again in lightest hopes the same; The love that lingers there for thee Hath more of ashes than of flame.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.