I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the world had caught it and—appraised it—and taxed it—and licensed it—and staled it!
Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with Love. I am talent and I do not rhyme with man. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with Love. I am talent and I do not rhyme with man.
- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.
Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.
The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.
I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the wo… - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the wo…
Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.
Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly.
I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the point where his o… - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the point where his o…
And while you and the rest of your kind are battling together-year after year-for this special privilege of being 'bored to death,' the 'real girl' t… - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
And while you and the rest of your kind are battling together-year after year-for this special privilege of being 'bored to death,' the 'real girl' t…
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