The past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion. Martha Ostenso More Quotes by Martha Ostenso More Quotes From Martha Ostenso I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'. Martha Ostenso harmmattermean A false vision was better than none. Martha Ostenso vision Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses! Martha Ostenso pulselife By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake. Martha Ostenso lakesrainmorning Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross. Martha Ostenso thornsidolsreligion It's remarkable - most remarkable, the way these people manage, from time to time, a tragedy or a near-tragedy to break the even tenor of their ways,' said Mr. Tingley, in a tone of half-humorous superiority, by which he considered that he distinguished himself, subtly and inoffensively, from 'these people. Martha Ostenso humoroustragedypeople The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life. Martha Ostenso dreamheartwinter Time passed so much more slowly than space. Martha Ostenso time-passesspacetime Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference. Martha Ostenso designearthtime There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable. Martha Ostenso realmemorablewinter A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things. Martha Ostenso sicknessillnessshapes God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet! Martha Ostenso starseyefeet There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear. Martha Ostenso wantadvicepeople Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death. Martha Ostenso independencedrawingdeath Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. Martha Ostenso autumnhere-and-therebranches The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers. Martha Ostenso autumnwindhands But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it. Martha Ostenso threads-of-lifeknotsthread There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable. Martha Ostenso growstoo-muchlittles a man can break God's laws and be forgiven. That's what they teach us. But when he breaks Nature's laws, there's no forgiveness - and there's no escape. Sooner or later he pays the penalty, or his children pay it - or his children's children. It doesn't matter much. It must be paid. Martha Ostenso naturemenchildren Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will. Martha Ostenso naturemotherchildren
