Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.
There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidenc… - Alice Meynell
There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidenc…
- Alice Meynell
Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken op… - Alice Meynell
Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken op…
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind. - Alice Meynell
Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.
The cloud controls the light ... It is the cloud that, holding the sun's rays in a sheaf as a giant holds a handful of spears, strikes the horizon, t… - Alice Meynell
The cloud controls the light ... It is the cloud that, holding the sun's rays in a sheaf as a giant holds a handful of spears, strikes the horizon, t…
There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon. - Alice Meynell
There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.
No mirror keeps its glances. - Alice Meynell
No mirror keeps its glances.
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulse… - Alice Meynell
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulse…
I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear? - Alice Meynell
I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?
Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit. - Alice Meynell
Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.
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