Sarah Doudney Quotes

But the waiting time, my brothers,Is the hardest time of all.

Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me — Let me feel the words I say. Bless me on this hallowed morning, Bid my soul to Thee draw near; Teach me, and my heart shall listen — Speak, Lord, and Thy child shall hear.

And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.

If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.

Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.

The Master hath called us, in life’s early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.

The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit’s yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes, These things can never die.

There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy or desolation naturally, and with the charm of perfect simplicity and truth.