The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight. Sarah Orne Jewett More Quotes by Sarah Orne Jewett More Quotes From Sarah Orne Jewett my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news. Sarah Orne Jewett news sea conversation Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness. Sarah Orne Jewett return happiness long A lean sorrow is hardest to bear. Sarah Orne Jewett hardest sorrow bears I've got 's much feelin' as the next one, but when folks drives in their spiggits and wants to draw a bucketful o' compassion every day right straight along, there does come times when it seems as if the bar'l was getting low. Sarah Orne Jewett the-next-one compassion doe In these days the young folks is all copy-cats, 'fraid to death they won't be all just alike; as for the old folks, they pray for the advantage o' bein' a little different. Sarah Orne Jewett cat different littles Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out. Sarah Orne Jewett roots conversation past Do not hurry too fast in these early winter days, - a quiet hour is worth more to you than anything you can do in it. Sarah Orne Jewett winter quiet peace There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship. Sarah Orne Jewett mistake patience men Imagination is the only true thing in the world! Sarah Orne Jewett true-things imagination world Who was it said that you never get to a place until a day after you come, nor leave it until a day after you go? Sarah Orne Jewett said travel if you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago. ... you must write to the human heart, the great consciousness that all humanity goes to make up. Otherwise what might be strength in a writer is only crudeness, and what might be insight is only observation; sentimemnt falls to sentimentality - you can write about life, but never write life itself. Sarah Orne Jewett heart writing fall Don't scatter your fire! You are a prose writer: stick to your own tool! Sarah Orne Jewett tools sticks fire 'Taint't worthwhile to wear a day all out before it comes. Sarah Orne Jewett The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back. Sarah Orne Jewett roads road new me What has made this nation great? Not its heroes but its households. Sarah Orne Jewett heroes nation great made When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am. Sarah Orne Jewett now you confidence age
