Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes..
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others..
Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were lickin….
There are in life as many aspects as attitudes towards it, and aspects change with attitudes..
I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead..
Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?.
Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside?….
Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie..
I want to be all that I am capable of becoming..
Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order..
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..
But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin..
In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire..
Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die..
I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses..
We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? .….
I'm a writer first and a woman after..
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different..
Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction..
I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write.
Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is….