Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love! Mary Borden More Quotes by Mary Borden More Quotes From Mary Borden I am a woman. My life is a long, strong, twisted rope, made up of a number of human relationships, nothing more. Mary Borden women strong numbers children had no place in love affairs. Children ought to be born to widows and old maids. Mary Borden maids widows children It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished. Mary Borden pity dies death One wants more time, more youth. That is it. That is all one asks for - nothing but that, a little more time. Hear it running by! Listen! In the night, in the morning, at noon, at even, rushing by, silent, stealthy, trying to hoodwink you by the fixed appearance of things that seem not to change; but never stopping. Oh, to stop it! Oh, to get it back! Oh, to dig one's toes in and refuse to be rushed headlong towards the brink! Mary Borden time running morning I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable here than in Purgatory, a place that I imagine to be like the suburbs of London. Mary Borden london done life
