each separate flower has a magic all its own. Myrtle Reed More Quotes by Myrtle Reed More Quotes From Myrtle Reed Penetrate deeply in the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they spend all their efforts to hide. Fair as the exterior may be, if you go in, you will find bare places, heaps of rubbish that can never be taken away, cold hearths, desolate altars, and windows veiled with cobwebs. Myrtle Reed effort taken men A letter has distinct advantages. You can say all you want to say before the other person has a chance to put in a word. Myrtle Reed chance want letters I've always thought my flowers had souls. Myrtle Reed garden flower soul it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away. Myrtle Reed strong white sweet When a little pleasure has flashed for a moment against the dark, I have made that jewel mine. I have hundreds of them ... I call it my Necklace of Perfect Joy. When the world goes wrong, I have only to close my eyes and remember all the links in my chain, set with gems, some large and some small, but all beautiful with the beauty which never fades. It is all I can take with me when I go. My material possessions must stay behind, but my Necklace of Perfect Joy will bring me happiness to the end, when I put it on, to be nevermore unclasped. Myrtle Reed eye dark beautiful The things that are ours cannot be given away, or taken away, or lost. We break our hearts, all of us, trying to keep things that do not belong to us — and to which we have no right. Myrtle Reed taken heart trying One of the most interesting things in the world to me is the vast difference between what people say they are going to do, and what they actually do. Myrtle Reed differences people interesting May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends. Myrtle Reed house may friendship Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet. Myrtle Reed heart sweet memories It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people's affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail. Myrtle Reed vanity details people Art, if it is art, will develop in whatever circumstances it is placed. Myrtle Reed ifs circumstances art It seems to take a lifetime for us to learn that wisdom consists largely in a graceful acceptance of things that do not immediately concern us. Myrtle Reed acceptance wisdom lifetime Legislation may at times be disobeyed, but never law, for the breaking brings swift punishment of its own. Myrtle Reed punishment law may Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet. Myrtle Reed essence change sweet When we come to the sundown road, we need all the love we have managed to take with us from the summit of the hill. Myrtle Reed hills age needs On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old. Myrtle Reed journey age looks The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain? Myrtle Reed rain home heart A real love letter is absolutely ridiculous to everyone except the writer and the recipient. Myrtle Reed ridiculous real letters Anger is a better weapon than tears; a burr commands more respect than a sensitive plant. Myrtle Reed anger weapons tears Silence always gives consent. Myrtle Reed consent silence giving
