“Pain has been and grief enough and bitterness and crying, Sharp ways and stony ways I think it was she trod; But all there is to see now is a white bird flying, Whose blood-stained wings go circling high—circling up… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“Wallis," said his master dreamily when his man appeared again, "I want some more real clothes. Tired of sleeping-suits. Get me some, please. Good… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease, There’s none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries– The counselors who never change, the friends who never go, The old books, the dear books that understand and know!” — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share
“It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isn't a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquires… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share
“He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phyllis's first impression of Allan Harrington.” — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“For some reason she found that Allan Harrington's attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And when Mrs.… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born. — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
It is rather calming to remember that you really couldn't have foreseen what is happening to you. — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“And remember, Wallis, there's something the matter with Mr. Allan's shutters. They won't always close the sunshine out as they should." Wallis almost winked,… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
