the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection. 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 perseveranceclevertime Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation. Mary Roberts Rinehart affirmationpassivepeace That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you. Mary Roberts Rinehart growingtragedyworld 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-novelsstoriestwo 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 cuttingcitiesmorning 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 perspectiveadventureinspirational Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust. Mary Roberts Rinehart unjustrainfall 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 superstitionsdoorsknowledge 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 menchildrenthinking 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 tiredsleepmorning Old men make wars that young men may die. Mary Roberts Rinehart maymenwar pretense is the oil that lubricates society. Mary Roberts Rinehart pretenseoil 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 distancecollegehome 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 homenext-weekthinking When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache. Mary Roberts Rinehart burdenrelieftrouble Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart. Mary Roberts Rinehart christmasheartmight 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-lovesacrificetragedy A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over. Mary Roberts Rinehart little-lovesleeplittles 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 romanceambitionheart
