“The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty and life of it were surprising in the plain room, like a gay little child who might suddenly appear in a doorway.” — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
“This is a very small world; we are all within hail of each other. I dare say when we get to Heaven there will… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
It seems to me like stealing, for men and women to live in the world and do nothing to make it better. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
You never get over bein' a child long's you have a mother to go to. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
A story should be managed so that it should suggest interesting things to the reader instead of the author's doing all the thinking for… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks they're sick when they ain't. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
There is something out of gear about graded schools and all that. Memory is developed at the expense of what in general we are… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
My dear father; my dear friend; the best and wisest man I ever knew, who taught me many lessons and showed me many things… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
In these days the young folks is all copy-cats, 'fraid to death they won't be all just alike; as for the old folks, they… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end. — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
Who was it said that you never get to a place until a day after you come, nor leave it until a day after… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
