“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green.… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“All over the city lights were coming on in the purple-blue dusk. The street lights looked delicate and frail, as though they might suddenly… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Self-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master.” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Garnet was very happy. She was so happy, for no especial reason, that she felt as if she must move carefully so she wouldn't… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
Never plan a picnic' Father said. 'Plan a dinner, yes, or a house, or a budget, or an appointment with the dentist, but never,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“In Nina Kimbereley's garden the scabiosa flowers were dark as garnet brooches; the nicotiana a veil of tossing crimson stars. Nothing was usual, or… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Now isn't that nice!' said the old lady. 'If cousins are the right kind, they're best of all: kinder than sisters and brothers, and… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“I loved the flash of jewels and the luster of satin. In those days women dressed. ” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
