Quotes by Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter

Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he had doubtless fed on slugs all the autumn. I could have kissed him on the spot.

Autumn

Life

Winter

Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

Cheer

Flower

Uplifting

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

Awareness

Desire

Love

If death were the exception and not the rule, and we were not so swiftly to follow, these separations would be intolerably sad. We know no more of our next change of life than we knew of this before we were born into it; but that which we call death is merely change, who can doubt?

Doubt

Life Changing

Would Be

It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

Hate

Light

Roots

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

Animal

Shells

Slime

Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.

Beautiful

Flower

Moving

Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

Flower

Lovers

Musician

Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tears, to a certain amount of the purest joy that earth can giver her children, joy that is tranquil, innocent, uplifting, unfailing.

Children

Happiness

Uplifting

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

East

Morning

Sky

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Animal

Autumn

Awareness

Beautiful

Beauty

Bed

Cheer

Children

Comfort

Dark

Desire

Doubt

Dream

East

Flower

Garden

Grateful

Happiness

Hate

Heart

Inspirational

Laughter

Life

Life Changing

Light

Love

Lovers

Lying

Morning

Moving

Musician

Ocean

Pain

Perception

Roots

Sea

Shells

Sky

Sleep

Slime

Soul

Stars

Summer

Sunrise

Sweet

Time

Toads

Twilight

Uplifting

Voice

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Quotes by Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter

Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he had doubtless fed on slugs all the autumn. I could have kissed him on the spot.

Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

If death were the exception and not the rule, and we were not so swiftly to follow, these separations would be intolerably sad. We know no more of our next change of life than we knew of this before we were born into it; but that which we call death is merely change, who can doubt?

It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.

Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tears, to a certain amount of the purest joy that earth can giver her children, joy that is tranquil, innocent, uplifting, unfailing.

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

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