Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes (displaying: 1 - 30 of 47 quotes)
To know for an hour you were mine completely --Mine in body and soul, my own --I would bear unending tortures sweetly, With not a murmur and not a moan. A lighter sin or a lesser error. Might change through hope or fear divine; But there is no fear, and hell has no terror, To change or alter a love like mine.
Lifting and Leaning There are two kinds of people on earth today, Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the good and the bad, for 'tis well understood The good are half bad and the bad are half good. Not the happy and sad, for the swift-flying years Brings each man his laughter and each man his tears. Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth You must first know the state of his conscience and health. Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span He who puts on vain airs is not counted a man. No! The two kinds of people on earth I mean Are the people who lift and the people who lean. Wherever you go you will find the world's masses Are ever divided in just two classes. And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I ween, There is only one lifter to twenty who lean. In which class are you? Are you easing the load Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road? Or are you a leaner who lets others bear Your portion of worry and labor and care?
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,— There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
One ship drives east and another drives west. With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails. And not the gales. Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul. That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.