it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away.
A letter has distinct advantages. You can say all you want to say before the other person has a chance to put in a word. - Myrtle Reed
A letter has distinct advantages. You can say all you want to say before the other person has a chance to put in a word.
- Myrtle Reed
The only way to win happiness is to give it. The more we give, the more we have. - Myrtle Reed
The only way to win happiness is to give it. The more we give, the more we have.
Five golden years, Heart of Mine, have we walked the way of life together, and there is not an hour I would have changed; there is no moment when I w… - Myrtle Reed
Five golden years, Heart of Mine, have we walked the way of life together, and there is not an hour I would have changed; there is no moment when I w…
Penetrate deeply in the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they sp… - Myrtle Reed
Penetrate deeply in the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they sp…
Silence always gives consent. - Myrtle Reed
Silence always gives consent.
it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong,… - Myrtle Reed
it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong,…
When you borrow trouble you give your peace of mind as security. - Myrtle Reed
When you borrow trouble you give your peace of mind as security.
Making an issue of a little thing is one of the surest ways to spoil happiness. - Myrtle Reed
Making an issue of a little thing is one of the surest ways to spoil happiness.
I've always thought my flowers had souls. - Myrtle Reed
I've always thought my flowers had souls.
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