Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
- Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a frien… - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a frien…
Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love.
Creative genius is a divinely bestowed gift which is the coronation of the few. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Creative genius is a divinely bestowed gift which is the coronation of the few.
Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer.
Kindness is the truest wisdom of life and we cannot go far without it. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Kindness is the truest wisdom of life and we cannot go far without it.
The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing.
Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.
Memory is a trustworthy servant as long as it is made to serve. - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Memory is a trustworthy servant as long as it is made to serve.
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