Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools. With mushrooms it is so simple - you salt them well, put ….
I really only have Perfect Fun with myself. Other people won't stop and look at the things I want to look at or, if they do, they stop to please me o….
Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count..
Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have eve….
The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage..
It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you l….
Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF..
I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins..
The whole world shall be ours because of our love..
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom..
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books..
I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tre….
There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story..
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness..
Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people..
there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and dea….
I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And ….
That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, an….
Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand..
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face..
if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. A….