The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical greed, as well as a state of mystical exaltation. It will have its own. Mary Webb More Quotes by Mary Webb More Quotes From Mary Webb It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening. Mary Webb made education window Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best. Mary Webb digestion lord giving To many women marriage is only this. It is merely a physical change impinging on their ordinary nature, leaving their mentality untouched, their self-possession intact. They are not burnt by even the red fire of physical passion - far less by the white fire of love. Mary Webb passion marriage fire Autumn is full of leave-taking. Mary Webb autumn We are tomorrow's past. Mary Webb tomorrow teaching past Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things. Mary Webb fragrance smell voice Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists. Mary Webb departure autumn tourists The past is only the present become invisible and mute and because it is invisible and mute, its memoried glances and it's murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past. Mary Webb
