12 Quotes & Sayings By Lucy Larcom

Lucy Larcom was born in 1824 in New York City. She was the oldest of four daughters. Her mother taught her how to sew, knit, and spin wool, and she learned to read at an early age. Although she was a girl of modest means, she was fortunate enough to attend the best schools in the city Read more

A childhood accident left her with a limp that plagued her for the rest of her life. She attended school until she was twelve years old, when she began teaching school for five years. At sixteen, she moved back with her family in upstate New York.

There, she taught school for five more years before moving to Massachusetts to teach at various schools until 1859. She married William Larcom in 1847. They had one son and four daughters.

He who plants a tree, plants a hope.
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He who plants a tree, plants a hope. Lucy Larcom
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Whatever with the past has gone the best is always yet to come. Lucy Larcom
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If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it. Lucy Larcom
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No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment. Lucy Larcom
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Whatever science and philosophy may do for mankind, the world can never outgrow its need of the simplicity that is in Christ. Lucy Larcom
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A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us. Lucy Larcom
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What is the meaning of 'gossip?' Doesn't it originate with sympathy, an interest in one's neighbor, degenerating into idle curiosity and love of tattling? Which is worse, this habit, or keeping one's self so absorbed intellectually as to forget the sufferings and cares of others, to lose sympathy through having too much to think about? Lucy Larcom
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From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend. Lucy Larcom
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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
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If the world's a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it. Lucy Larcom
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Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously always; seldom, perhaps; the simplicity of loving grows by living simply near nature and God. Lucy Larcom