Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Happiness
Browse 8 quotations attributed to Letitia Elizabeth Landon, catalogued under happiness, with dates where available.
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Attributed to Letitia Elizabeth Landon, entry #181567: "He who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent."
Attributed to Letitia Elizabeth Landon, entry #57238: "Fame to a woman is indeed but a royal mourning in purple for happiness."
8 Quotes by Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Happiness
"He who seeks pleasure with reference to himself, not others, will ever find that pleasure is only another name for discontent."
"Fame to a woman is indeed but a royal mourning in purple for happiness."
"—to enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others; ..."
"We enjoy no pleasure so much as we do tormenting ourselves."
"Ah ! I appeal to all who have any sensibility — for themselves — how delightful it is to be called in the morning, yet not to obey that call. It combines two of the greatest enjoyments of which our nature is susceptible— obstinacy and indolence."
"I have ever remarked, that when Fate has any great misfortune in store, it is always preceded by a brief period of calm and sunshine—as if to add bitterness of contrast to all other misery. It is for the happy to tremble—it is over their heads that the thunderbolt is about to burst."
"For a discussion of some of the contents of this significant cultural volume, see Adriana Craciun, ‘Fatal Women of Romanticism’, Cambridge University Press, 2004, page 204. The section ‘The Enchantress’ here begins by describing that first story as a ‘self-consciously Byronic text’ that ‘develops a Promethean, distinctly Luciferian model of poetic identity and self-creation’."
": I do not believe that the heart is turned from the Creator by enjoying his works. Of what avail is the sweet breath of the rose, the morning song of the lark ? The pleasure they impart is not matter of necessity, and yet we delight in both. The soul of the poet is as much His gift as the fragrance of the flower, or the lay of the bird ; and the page where inspired words record heroic deed, touching sorrow, or natural loveliness, is one of those pleasures for which we should be thankful. I, for my part, believe most devoutly in the Almighty mercy, when I see how much that is beautiful and gladdening has been scattered over our pilgrimage here."