Amelia Edith Barr Amelia Barr in 1889, and her signature. Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr (March 29, 1831 – March 10, 1919) was a British novelist. Read full biography of Amelia Barr →
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
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... →
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
Kindness is always fashionable.
With renunciation life begins.
Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the... →
The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
Old age is the verdict of life.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
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.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?