When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.
It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by.
When one came to know them it was surprising how childish grown people could be.
She made a creche outside the Inn. The natives thought it was wonderful, and Sister Honey was gratified by their numbers.Why have the devils with wings come to mock at the poor baby?' asked the childr...
The human heartIs unknowable.But in my birthplaceThe flowers still smellThe same as always.
My nation, as all nations, is becoming a land without peace, without thought, without mind, Madam Abbess. We are suffocating our spirits in commercial and material things. This is not envy, said Mr. K...
It is strange and cold. I can feel it through the box said Miss Flower and she cried, No one will understand us or know what we want. Oh no one will understand us again!But Miss Happiness was more hop...
Now you gird yourself and take yourself where you want to go … but one day another will gird you and take you where you do not want to go.
I know now it is children who accept life; grown people cover it up and pretend it is different with drinks.
I like the way everything is clear and concise, you'll always be forgiven but you must know the rules
Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am
Perhaps it was the pulling up of her stakes, or claims, to her private loves, renouncing them, that had made room for these people in a kind of universal love, without any claims.
A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy.
Sometimes it seemed to him that the house had a bad wild life of its own; the impression of its evil lingered, in its name, in its atmosphere...
I wish I knew when I was going to die,' ninety-six-year-old Dame Frances Anne often said, 'I wish I knew.' 'Why, Dame?''Then I should know what to read next.
He had always disliked what he could easily have; he had a passion for the untouched.
You have to be very strong to live close to God or a mountain, or you'll turn a little mad.
Towards four o'clock the dew fell, and she smelled a gust of sweetness from the roses and a paleness showed in the sky to the East. It was cold; the wetness was cold on her hands and she felt her skir...
The greengages had a pale blue bloom, especially in the shade, but in the sun the flesh showed amber through the clear green skin; if it were cracked the juice was doubly warm and sweet.
Harriet was silent, thinking, and then she said, It is too hard to be a person. You don't only have to go on and on. You have to be-- she looked for the word she needed and could not find it. Then, Yo...