The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard. — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
“Then she felt herself, she said, to enter into the very bosom of God, where she was transformed into her Beloved, so completely that… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
You know how some people are - they always feel they have to do things for other people's good, no matter what happens to… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
One does not permit one's friends to be slandered in time of trouble. — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
A compensation is something which does not quite compensate. — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
Of all the men I have known, I cannot recall one whose mother did her level best for him when he was little who… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
Taking the way that opens, even if it seems hardly more than a footpath, not infrequently leads to the highways of heart's desire, if… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
A mystic is a spiritual realist, a person for whom the Invisible is a matter of more or less firsthand experience. — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
A half century of living should put a good deal into a person's face besides a few wrinkles and some unwelcome folds around the… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
Fortunately, any kind of setback has represented a challenge to do better, rather than an acceptance of inferiority on my part. — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
Folks with their wits about them knew that advertisements were just a pack of lies - you had only to look at the claims… — Frances Parkinson Keyes Copy Share Image
