Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption. Mary Roberts Rinehart More Quotes by Mary Roberts Rinehart More Quotes From Mary Roberts Rinehart The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people. Mary Roberts Rinehart perseverance clever time Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation. Mary Roberts Rinehart affirmation passive peace That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you. Mary Roberts Rinehart growing tragedy world The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen. Mary Roberts Rinehart mystery-novels stories two People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut. Mary Roberts Rinehart cutting cities morning Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective! Mary Roberts Rinehart perspective adventure inspirational Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust. Mary Roberts Rinehart unjust rain fall It's money that brings trouble. It always has and it always will. Mary Roberts Rinehart trouble when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window. Mary Roberts Rinehart superstitions doors knowledge Men... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child. Mary Roberts Rinehart men children thinking Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept. Mary Roberts Rinehart tired sleep morning Old men make wars that young men may die. Mary Roberts Rinehart may men war pretense is the oil that lubricates society. Mary Roberts Rinehart pretense oil The fetish of the great university, of expensive colleges for young women, is too often simply a fetish. It is not based on a genuine desire for learning. Education today need not be sought at any great distance. It is largely compounded of two things, of a certain snobbishness on the part of parents, and of escape from home on the part of youth. And to those who must earn quickly it is often sheer waste of time. Very few colleges prepare their students for any special work. Mary Roberts Rinehart distance college home I suppose there is something in all of us that harks back to the soil. When you come to think of it, what are picnics but outcroppings of instinct? No one really enjoys them or expects to enjoy them, but with the first warm days some prehistoric instinct takes us out into the woods, to fry potatoes over a strangling wood fire or spend the next week getting grass stains out of our clothes. It must be instinct; every atom of intelligence warns us to stay at home near the refrigerator. Mary Roberts Rinehart home next-week thinking When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache. Mary Roberts Rinehart burden relief trouble Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart. Mary Roberts Rinehart christmas heart might Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it. Mary Roberts Rinehart great-love sacrifice tragedy A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over. Mary Roberts Rinehart little-love sleep littles there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace. Mary Roberts Rinehart romance ambition heart
