Mary Webb Professions : Novelist Born : March 25, 1881 Died : October 8, 1927 Browse All Authors Top 29 quotes by Mary Webb Saddle your dreams before you ride em. Mary Webb saddles ems dream The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small. Mary Webb buckets abundance providence Love unspoken is the most tremendous force in the world. One is amazed at the way in which people waste their time making speeches, agitating, praying, even. They might save their breath. The great lovers of the world, in silence, rule the world. Mary Webb great-love silence people For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane. Mary Webb insane soul doe Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions. Mary Webb music-is silence nature If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path. Mary Webb kindness memorable life The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past. Mary Webb invisible tomorrow past The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical greed, as well as a state of mystical exaltation. It will have its own. Mary Webb greed passion nature it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than a touch. Mary Webb self way thinking The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it. Mary Webb want thinking Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest. Mary Webb color blue may If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet. Mary Webb aim poet knows No accident of environment or circumstance need cut us off from nature. ... It does not matter how shut in we are. Opportunity for wide experience is of small acccount in this as in other things; it is depth that brings understanding and life. Mary Webb cutting nature opportunity It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss. Mary Webb depends folks missing Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or the gold sallow catkin with its flashing system of little flies? Mary Webb nature creative gold Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all. Mary Webb voice heart moving But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling. Mary Webb dwelling house home For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind's lack of pity, mankind's fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare. Mary Webb dark dream death She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth. Mary Webb heaven people years There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness, beguilements, buffooneries, loud voices, 'the sound of battle and garments rolled in blood,' the anthologist is quietly ensuring the immortality of somebody else. Mary Webb loud-voices battle blood Similar Authors Adam Johnson novelist Ivan Goncharov novelist Binnie Kirshenbaum novelist Bruce Jay Friedman novelist Buchi Emecheta novelist Bryce Courtenay novelist All Authors
