The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken open, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place,… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
In childhood we all have ... a far higher sensibility for April and April evenings - a heartache for them, which in riper years… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will suffer again next week… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing? — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Children have a fastidiousness that time is slow to cure. It is to be wondered, for example, whether if the elderly were half as… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear? — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
