IsnÂ’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when youÂ’re with some other ones ItÂ’s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
“Isn't it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried! But when you're with some other ones, It's stranger still to find Your thoughts as thick as… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will,… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
There was no reality to pain when it left one, though while it held one fast all other realities faded. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
IsnÂ’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries,… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed. — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
