He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.
faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within. - Anna Katharine Green
faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.
- Anna Katharine Green
The very shadows seem to listen. - Anna Katharine Green
The very shadows seem to listen.
There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose. - Anna Katharine Green
There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.
Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them. - Anna Katharine Green
Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.
There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that … - Anna Katharine Green
There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that …
The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed. - Anna Katharine Green
The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed.
It was the smile which runs before a promise. - Anna Katharine Green
It was the smile which runs before a promise.
The hand will often reveal more than the countenance. - Anna Katharine Green
The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.
He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet. - Anna Katharine Green
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