Ouida
Ouida
Ouidawas the pseudonym of the English novelist Maria Louise Ramé...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 January 1839
life echoes world
Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.
moving imagination culture
Imagination without culture is crippled and moves slowly; but it can be pure imagination, and rich also, as folk-lore will tell the vainest.
happiness horse stupid
It is quite easy for stupid people to be happy; they believe in fables, and they trot on in a beaten track like a horse on a tramway.
flower next sun
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
failure missing mark
What is failure except feebleness? And what is it to miss one's mark except to aim widely and weakly?
beautiful death seems
It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.
fall heart destiny
The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.
flower promise growth
Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.
beautiful flower butterfly
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.
faith sun youth
Youth without faith is a day without sun.
mother brother father
When one has not father, or mother, or brother, and all one's friends have barely bread enough for themselves, life cannot be very easy, nor its crusts very many at any time.
ignorance world
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
mother hard-work kissing
It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.
song heart ears
The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.