Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes. Katherine Mansfield More Quotes by Katherine Mansfield More Quotes From Katherine Mansfield I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses. Katherine Mansfield hope asking friendship I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows. Katherine Mansfield dark beach lying Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF. Katherine Mansfield take-a-chance risk earth there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing. Katherine Mansfield breathing sadness mean Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream. Katherine Mansfield two looks ideas Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long. Katherine Mansfield things-change lasts long How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle? Katherine Mansfield breastfeeding body civilization Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones. Katherine Mansfield cat summer winter There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story. Katherine Mansfield written stories feelings conversation is like a dear little baby that is brought in to be handed round. You must rock it, nurse it, keep it on the move if you want it to keep smiling. Katherine Mansfield rocks baby moving England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy. Katherine Mansfield swimming islands food What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all. Katherine Mansfield mad unhappy wish I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And out of this, the expression of this, I want to be writing (Though I may write about cabmen. That’s no matter.) But warm, eager, living life — to be rooted in life — to learn, to desire, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for. Katherine Mansfield live-life writing book In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging. Katherine Mansfield believe years travel You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul. Katherine Mansfield curious soul wanted if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two. Katherine Mansfield trying two people There are in life as many aspects as attitudes towards it, and aspects change with attitudes. Katherine Mansfield aspect success attitude But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin. Katherine Mansfield dine-in mushrooms one-day Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'? Katherine Mansfield force Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard. Katherine Mansfield remembers-everything childhood dark
