Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.
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
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time. - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
the time to grant anybody a favor is the day the favor is asked, for that day is the one psychological moment of the world when supply and demand are… - Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
the time to grant anybody a favor is the day the favor is asked, for that day is the one psychological moment of the world when supply and demand are…
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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