. . . every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I have watchedmany literary fashions shoot up and blossom, and then fade and drop… Yet with the many that I have seen comeand go,… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I was always a feminist, for I liked intellectual revolt as much as I disliked physical violence. On the whole, I think women havelost… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs? — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
...I had grown up in a world that was dominated by immature age. Not by vigorous immaturity, but by immaturity that was old and… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I hated the things they believe in, the things they so innocently and charmingly pretended. I hated the sanctimonious piety that let people hurt… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
