Labor, in itself, is neither elevating or otherwise. It is the laborer's privilege to ennoble his work by the aim with which he undertakes it, and by the enthusiasm and faithfulness he puts into it. Lucy Larcom aimelevateennoble Change image and share on social
Every phase of our life belongs to us. The moon does not, except in appearance, lose her first thin, luminous curve, nor her silvery crescent, in rounding to her full. The woman is still both child and girl, in the completeness of womanly character. Lucy Larcom appearancebelongcharacter share on social
A friend is a beloved mystery; dearest always because he is not ourself, and has something in him which it is impossible for us to fathom. If it were not so, friendship would lose its chief zest. Lucy Larcom belovedchiefdear Change image and share on social
Religion is life inspired by Heavenly Love; and life is something fresh and cheerful and vigorous. Lucy Larcom cheerfulfreshheavenly Change image and share on social
I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea. Lucy Larcom beautifulchildhooddream share on social
Everything in nature has its own intrinsic charm, as the work of its Creator's hand; but the chief beauty of the whole lies in its suggested relations to humanity. Things announce and wait for persons. The house would not have been thus beautifully built and furnished, except for an expected tenant. Lucy Larcom announcebeautifullybeauty share on social
We might all place ourselves in one of two ranks the women who do something, and the women who do nothing; the first being of course the only creditable place to occupy. Lucy Larcom creditableoccupyplace Change image and share on social
There is something in the place where we were born that holds us always by the heart-strings. Lucy Larcom bearhearthold Change image and share on social
The soul, cramped among the petty vexations of Earth, needs to keep its windows constantly open to the invigorating air of large and free ideas: and what thought is so grand as that of an ever-present God, in whom all that is vital in humanity breathes and grows? Lucy Larcom airbreatheconstantly share on social