Ella Wilcox Quotes (54 Quotes)

Whatever the task that comes your way,Just take it as part of your luck.Look it right square in the eyes, and say,This is MY task, I'll do it to-dayDon't pass the buck.

Love, that outreaches to the humblest thingsWork that is glad, in what it does and bringsAnd faith that soars upon unwearied wings.Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.Love, Work, and Faith -- these three alone are great.

BE STILL Be stiller yet and listen. Set the screenOf silence at the portal of your will.Relax, and let the world go by unheard.And seal your lips with some all-sacred word.

Between the finite and the infiniteThe missing link of Love has left a void.Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will joinIn one continued chain of endless life.

Far from the city's dust and heat,I get but sounds and odors sweet.Who can wonder I love to stay,Week after week, here hidden away,In this sly nook that I love the best --This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest

The dark today leads into light tomorrow There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow.

Thou hast but to resolve, and lo Gods wholeGreat universe shall fortify thy soul.

We ought to make the moments notesOf happy glad ThanksgivingThe hours and days, a silent praiseOf music we are living.

So young, and yet I have had all of life.Why, men have lived to see a hundred years,Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strifeOf my brief youth, its passion and its tears.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,But no man can help you die.

Look in and learn the wrong, and right,From your own soul's unwritten laws.And when you question, or demur,Let Love be your Interpreter.

Somebody's sorrow is making me weep; I know not her name, but I echo her cry, For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep, The baby that rode to its long-lasting sleep; In the little white hearse that went rumbling by.

The river seeking for the seaConfronts the dam and precipice,Yet knows it cannot fail or missYou will be what you will to be

Oh what are years A ripe three score and tenHold often less of life, in its best sense,Than just a twelvemonth lived by other men,Whose high-strung souls are ardent and intense.

All in the dark we grope along,And if we go amissWe learn at least which path is wrong,And there is gain in this.

Some souls there are that needs must tasteOf wrong, ere choosing rightWe should not call those years a wasteWhich led us to the light.

When the great universe was wroughtTo might and majesty from naught,The all creative force was -THOUGHT.

Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human beings why I work in this direction of charitable work more than toward any other. My answer is that because I believe that this work includes all the education and lines of reform which are needed to make a perfect circle of peace and goodwill about the Earth.

If you work with zeal and ardor till the night,You can only make the wasted moments right.

Therefore I do protest against the boastOf independence in this mighty land.Call no chain strong, which holds one rusted link.Call no land free, that holds one fettered slave.

There's one sad truth in life I've foundWhile journeying east and west -The only folks we really woundAre those we love the best.

Then arise, O idle dreamer Dreams are sweet, But better flowers are growing at your feet. If you crush, or pass unheeding, idle friend, You shall answer for their ruin in the end.

So much of love her spirit had,She found an ever-flowing springOf happiness in everything.

And if pretension for a time deceive,And prove me one too ready to believe,Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act,I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact.

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate; Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, Whose slightest action or inaction serves; The one great aim.

Be not impatient in delay,But wait as one who understandsWhen spirit rises and commands,The gods are ready to obey.

Do you wish the world were betterLet me tell you what to do.Set a watch upon your actions,Keep them always straight and true.

Think your life was made for dreaming, nothing more,When God's work lies all unfinished at your door

If I could only weep,I think sweet help with my salt tears would come,To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb,And will not let me sleep.

The life that neither grief nor burden knowsIs dwarfed in sympathy before its close.The life that grows majestic with the yearsMust taste the bitter tonic found in tears.

ConversationGod and I in space alone . . .and nobody else in view . . .And where are all the people,Oh Lord I said, the earth below and the sky overheadand the dead that I once knewThat was a dream, God smiledand said The dream that seemed tobe true there were no peopleliving or dead there was no earth, and no sky overhead,there was only myself in you.Why do I feel no fear I asked,meeting you here in this wayFor I have sinned, I know full welland is there heaven and is there hell,and is this Judgement DayNay, those were but dreams the Great God said, dreams that have ceased to be.There are no such things as fear and sinthere is no you . . . you never have been.There is nothing at all but me.

What can be said in New Year rhymes,That's not been said a thousand timesThe new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know.We rise up laughing with the light,We lie down weeping with the night.We hug the world until it stings,We curse it then and sigh for wings.We live, we love, we woo, we wed,We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

Live to learn, and learn to liveIf you want to give men knowledgeYou must get, ere you give.

The year's four changing seasons broughtTo her own door what thousands soughtIn wandering ways and did not find -Diversion and content of mind.

If you are seeking health, wealth, usefulness, skill in any direction, there is nothing and no one who can hinder your attainment of the coveted boon, if you are willing to work and wait.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.

Waste no tearsUpon the blotted record of lost years,But turn the leaf, and smile, oh smile, to seeThe fair white pages that remain for thee.

There is no sudden entrance into Heaven.Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.

Here, on this side of the grave,Here, should we labor and love.

Talk health. The dreary, never-changing taleOf mortal maladies is worn and stale.You cannot charm, or interest, or pleaseBy harping on that minor chord, disease.

And I am glad my heart can say,When others trip and fall(Although I safely passed that way),I understand it all.

Body and mind, and spirit, all combineTo make the Creature, human and divine.

Who is the wise Not he who from the startWith Wisdom's followers has taken partBut he who looks in Folly's tempting eyes,And turns away, perceiving her disguise.

For here lies the pleasure of livingIn taking God's bounties, and givingThe gifts back again.

Do you wish the world were happyThen remember day by dayJust to scatter seeds of kindnessAs you pass along the way. . . .

Though desolateThe way may seem, command thy fate.Send forth thy thought -Create--CREATE

Such menial duties but her wayOf looking at them lent a graceTo things the world deemed commonplace.

Oh I know this truth, if I know no other,That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

There is room in the halls of pleasureFor a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.

Say you are well, or all is well with you,And God shall hear your words and make them true.