Leigh Hunt quotes

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Tattoo #Sexy #Kissing

The groundwork of all happiness is health.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Fitness #Health #Groundwork

Colors are the smiles of nature.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Smile #Nature #Color

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Love #Inspirational #Motivational

Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Flower #Roots #Evil

Patience and gentleness is power.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Influence #Gentleness

There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Life #Spiritual #Heart

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Wisdom #Heart #Medicine

Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Second Chance #Hands #Treasure

To receive a present handsomely and in a right spirit, even when you have none to give in return, is to give one in return.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Appreciation #Giving #Return

Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven's making.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Christmas #Heart #Heaven

If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Food #Loss #Support

When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Courage #Moral #Daring

One can love any man that is generous.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Men #Generosity #Generous

The very greatest genius, after all, is not the greatest thing in the world, any more than the greatest city in the world is the country or the sky. It is the concentration of some of its greatest powers, but it is not the greatest diffusion of its might. It is not the habit of its success, the stability of its sereneness.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Country #Sky #Cities

The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Hair #Grace

A large bare forehead gives a woman a masculine and defying look. The word "effrontery" comes from it. The hair should be brought over such a forehead as vines are trailed over a wall.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Wall #Hair #Giving

Hair is the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle; so escaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature,--may almost say, "I have a piece of thee here not unworthy of thy being now.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Children #Ideas #Light

Fishes do not roar; they cannot express any sound of suffering; and therefore the angler chooses to think they do not suffer, more than it is convenient for him to fancy. Now it is a poor sport that depends for its existence on the want of a voice in the sufferer, and of imagination in the sportsman.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Sports #Thinking #Voice

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Hair

May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Humility #Pride #Forever

The drama is not a mere copy of nature, not a facsimile. It is the free running hand of genius, under the impression of its liveliest wit or most passionate impulses, a thousand times adorning or feeling all as it goes; and you must read it, as the healthy instinct of audiences almost always does, if the critics will let them alone, with a grain of allowance, and a tendency to go away with as much of it for use as is necessary, and the rest for the luxury of laughter, pity, or poetical admiration.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Running #Laughter #Drama

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!
-- Leigh Hunt

#Sweet #Kissing #Jumping

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Morning #Food #World

Danger for danger's sake is senseless.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Sake #Danger

Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet their only excuse is a want of thought.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Lakes #Sea #Fishing

Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;--for our final and greatest good.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Loss #Sorrow #Tears

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves...
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#Sweet #Lakes #Sea

The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Attractive #Masculine #Sensible

The most fascinating women are those that can most enrich the every day moments of existence. In a particular and attaching sense, they are those that can partake our pleasures and our pains in the liveliest and most devoted manner. Beauty is little without this; with it she is triumphant.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Pain #Littles #Moments

When Goethe says that in every human condition foes lie in wait for us, "invincible only by cheerfulness and equanimity," he does not mean that we can at all times be really cheerful, or at a moment's notice; but that the endeavor to look at the better side of things will produce the habit, and that this habit is the surest safeguard against the danger of sudden is evils.
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#Lying #Mean #Evil

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Sunday #Night #Lakes

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Perfection #Genius #Life Is

Improvement is nature.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Improvement

Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?
-- Leigh Hunt

#Laughter #Ends #Sigh

God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so tears enable sorrow to vent itself patiently. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair and madness.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Laughter #Sorrow #Tears

Poetry is the breath of beauty.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Poetry #Poetry Is

For the most part, we should pray rather in aspiration than petition, rather by hoping than requesting; in which spirit also we may breathe a devout wish for a blessing on others upon occasions when it might be presumptuous to beg it.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Prayer #Blessing #Wish

I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Perfect #Solitude #Want

Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,--to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Helping Others #Sorrow #Bears

The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Summer #Sweet #Morning

Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Dwelling #Perfect #Touching

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
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#Affection #Melancholy #Trifles

For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Quality #Ancient #Modern

No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Wonder

Happy opinions are the wine of the heart.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Heart #Wine #Opinion

Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great any of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Nature #Eye #Animal

Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Light #Wonderful

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Mirth #Melancholy #Disguise

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Dream #Sleep #Crowns

There is scarcely a single joy or sorrow within the experience of our fellow-creatures which we have not tasted; yet the belief, in the good and beautiful has never forsaken us. It has been medicine to us in sickness, richness in poverty, and the best part of all that ever delighted us in health and success.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Beauty #Beautiful #Medicine

Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Beauty #Sweet #Heart

Mankind are creatures of books, as well as of other circumstances; and such they eternally remain,--proofs, that the race is a noble and believing race, and capable of whatever books can stimulate.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Believe #Book #Race

Large eyes were admired in Greece, where they still prevail. They are the finest of all when they have the internal look, which is not common. The stag or antelope eye of the Orientals is beautiful and lamping, but is accused of looking skittish and indifferent. "The epithet of 'stag-eyed,'" says Lady Wortley Montgu, speaking of a Turkish love-song, "pleases me extremely; and I think it a very lively image of the fire and indifference in his mistress' eye.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Beautiful #Song #Eye

Little eyes must be good-tempered or they are ruined. They have no other resource. But this will beautify them enough. They are made for laughing, and, should do their duty.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Eye #Laughing #Littles

We lose in depth of expression when we go to inferior animals for comparisons with human beauty. Homer calls Juno ox-eyed; and the epithet suits well with the eyes of that goddess, because she may be supposed, with all her beauty, to want a certain humanity. Her large eyes look at you with a royal indifference.
-- Leigh Hunt

#Eye #Animal #Expression

Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without "words," and the truth of things that is in them, what were we?
-- Leigh Hunt

#Occasions