David Grayson Love Quotes and Sayings
#1 Under My Elm: Country Discoveries and Reflections
1. Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
#2 October in the Countryman’s Year, The Countryman’s Year [S]
2. Love is not difficult if we begin by giving it.
#3 November in the Countryman’s Year, The Countryman’s Year [S]
3. How it improves people for us when we begin to love them.
#4 January in the Countryman’s Year, The Countryman’s Year [S]
4. Sorrow is often the price we pay for love: it is worth it.
#5 Adventures in Understanding [S]
5. For to love—if a man have not come to understanding—is to suffer; and the deeper the love the sharper the suffering.
#6 The Green People, Great Possessions: A Series of Adventures [S]
6. It is by knowing human beings that we come to understand them, and by understanding them come to love them…
#7 Adventures in Contentment [S]
7. There is nothing strange about great men; they are like us, only deeper, higher, broader: they think as we do, but with more intensity: they suffer as we do, more keenly: they love as we do, more tenderly.
Excerpt from Wikipedia: Ray Stannard Baker (April 17, 1870 – July 12, 1946), also known by his pen name David Grayson, was a American journalist and author born in Lansing, Michigan. After graduating from Michigan Agricultural College (now Michigan State University), he attended law school at the University of Michigan in 1891 before launching his career as a journalist in 1892 with the Chicago News-Record, where he covered the Pullman Strike and Coxey’s Army in 1894.
Sayings by David Grayson
#1 Adventures in Friendship [S]
1. I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays—let them overtake me unexpectedly—waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself:
“Why, this is Christmas Day!”
#2 Adventures in Friendship [S]
2. …adventure is not the food of life, but the spice.
#3 Adventures in Friendship [S]
3. Joy of life seems to me to arise from a sense of being where one belongs, as I feel right here; of being foursquare with the life we have chosen. All the discontented people I know are trying sedulously to be something they are not, to do something they cannot do.
#4 December in the Countryman’s Year, The Countryman’s Year [S]
4. Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended always to know better, enjoy more deeply. Yesterday he died.
#5 December in the Countryman’s Year, The Countryman’s Year [S]
5. We are bored, not by living, but by not living enough.
#6 Adventures in Contentment [S]
6. Talk of joy: there may be things better than beef stew and baked potatoes and home-made bread—there may be…
#7 Adventures in Contentment [S]
7. All discoveries are made in that way: a man finds the new thing, not in nature but in himself.
#8 Adventures in Contentment [S]
8. Happiness, I have discovered, is nearly always a rebound from hard work. It is one of the follies of men to imagine that they can enjoy mere thought, or emotion, or sentiment! As well try to eat beauty! For happiness must be tricked! She loves to see men at work. She loves sweat, weariness, self-sacrifice. She will be found not in palaces but lurking in cornfields and factories and hovering over littered desks: she crowns the unconscious head of the busy child. If you look up suddenly from hard work you will see her, but if you look too long she fades sorrowfully away.
#9 Adventures in Contentment [S]
9. The only sure conclusion we can reach is this: Life changes. And what is more enthralling to the human mind than this splendid, boundless, coloured mutability! — life in the making?
#10 Adventures in Contentment [S]
10. Sometimes I say to myself: I have grasped happiness! Here it is; I have it. And yet, it always seems at that moment of complete fulfillment as though my hand trembled, that I might not take it!
#11 The Autobiography of My Heart, Adventures in Solitude [S]
11. For adventure is not outside a man; it is within. It is a strange thing, once the mind goes free, what may happen to any man.
#12 A Ship of Souls, Adventures in Solitude [S]
12. He was living, as a man ought to live, every fibre of him, in the only moment he ever really possesses—this moment!
#13 The Little Room, Adventures in Solitude [S]
13. Misery may love company, but company does not cure misery. In illness one is, after all, terribly alone.
#14 Adventures in Understanding [S]
14. The sense of wishing to be known only for what one really is, is like putting on an old, easy, comfortable garment. You are no longer afraid of anybody or anything. You say to yourself, ‘Here I am—just so dull, poor, beautiful, rich, interesting, amusing, ridiculous—take me or leave me.’
And how absolutely beautiful it is to be doing only what lies within your own capacities and is part of your own nature. It is like a great burden rolled off a man’s back when he comes to want to appear nothing that he is not, to take out of life only what is truly his own, and to wait for something strong and deep within him or behind him to work through him.
#15 On Living in the Country, Great Possessions: A Series of Adventures [S]
15. I do not know, truly, what we are here for upon this wonderful and beautiful earth, this incalculably interesting earth, unless it is to crowd into a few short years—when all is said, terribly short years!—every possible fine experience and adventure: unless it is to live our lives to the uttermost: unless it is to seize upon every fresh impression, develop every latent capacity: to grow as much as ever we have it in our power to grow. What else can there be? If there is no life beyond this one, we have lived here to the uttermost.
Quotes Misattributed to David Grayson
#1 A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, The Works of Laurence Sterne [S]
1. What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on!
– Laurence Sterne