Quotes from Amelia Barr

I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

... if fiction does not show us a better life than reality, what is the good of it?

The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.

if a thing is to be done, there is no time like the hour that has not struck.

Love, like destiny, loves surprises.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths, it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

... how poorly do we love even those whom we love most! We are not only bruised by the limitations of their love for us, but also by the limitations of our own love for them.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

With renunciation life begins.

The great difference between voyages rests not in ships but in the people you meet on them.

We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts we get under no other condition.

A good message will always find a messenger.

Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.

There are no little events in life, those we think of no consequence may be full of fate, and it is at our own risk if we neglect the acquaintances and opportunities that seem to be casually offered, and of small importance.

Truth can be outraged by silence quite as cruelly as by speech.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Let me tell thee, time is a very precious gift of God; so precious that it's only given to us moment by moment.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares she never gives them. In some form or other we pay for her favors or we go empty away.

No man was ever ruined from without; the final ruin comes from within, when you turn hopeless and lose courage!

When men make themselves into brutes it is just to treat them like brutes.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?