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 keyed exacty to each other's limits, and can be mated beatifically to grow old, or die young, together. But after that day -- !

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Categorized in : World Together Demand

Now everybody who knows anything at all knows perfectly well that even a business letter does not deserve the paper on which it is written unless it contains at least one significant phrase that is worth waking up in the night to remember and think about.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

doe night thinking

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' that you're asking about, the marvelous girl, the girl with the big, beautiful, unspoken thoughts in her head, the girl with the big, brave, undone deeds in her heart, the girl that stories are made of, the girl whom you call 'improbable'-is moping off alone in some dark, cold corner-or sitting forlornly partnerless against the bleak wall of the ballroom-or hiding shyly up in the dressing-room-waiting to be discovered!

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

wall girl beautiful

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 original desire has reached such astounding proportions that the original object can no longer possibly appease it.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

maturity desire children

The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers. by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

pretty-lady fingers brain

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox an... by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

pox fever years

Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas tim... by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

christmas-time strawberries seasons

One was a Cartoon Artist with a heart like chiffon and a wit as accidentally malicious as the jab of a pin in a flirt's belt.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

flirting artist heart

Sorrow in the tongue will talk itself cured, if you give it a chance; but sorrow in the eyes has a wicked, wicked way now and then of leaking into the brain.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

eye brain giving

Oh any sentimental person can cry at night, but when you begin to cry in the morning - to lie awake and cry in the morning-.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

morning night lying

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

blank talent men

Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

glory expression faces

If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

excuse real enough

I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the world had caught it and—appraised it—and taxed it—and licensed it—and staled it!

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

one-day wish world

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a c... by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

kissing eye children