Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story..
What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together i….
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes..
As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever..
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….
Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order..
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..
England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy..
In fact, isn't it a joy - there is hardly a greater one - to find a new book, a living book, and to know that it will remain with you while life last….
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..
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….
I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies stre….