“No one ever said aloud any of the kinds of things he was so constantly thinking, because no one in the parish,… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“I wonder why I write about these things. As if I didn't know them! Why do I tell myself in writing what… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“I would have all couples neatly paired in years, the forties with the forties, and the twenties with the twenties. Should the forties, as sometimes happens, not care about other forties, and wish to frequent twenties, in their own interests they should be discouraged, and equally those twenties should be discouraged who, with the inexperience of their age, suppose they… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share
“When I drive to the lupins and see them all spread out as far as eye can reach in perfect beauty of colour and scent and bathed in the mild August sunshine, I feel I must send for somebody to come and look at them with me, and talk about them to me, and share in the pleasure; and when… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share
She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached, on amorous… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
It is beautiful, beautiful to give; one of the very most beautiful things in life. — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“I asked nothing better of life. I still ask nothing better of life. Strange to say—for surely it is strange not to have increased one’s claims, during the passage from youth to maturity?—these very things, just sun on my face, the feel of spring round the corner, and nobody anywhere in sight except a dog, are still enough to fill… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share
“No one ever said aloud any of the kinds of things he was so constantly thinking, because no one in the parish, not Alice,… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“The only thing to do with one's old sorrows is to tuck them up neatly in their shroud and turn one's face away from… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“This radiant weather, when mere living is a joy, and sitting still over the fire out of the question, has been going on for… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“And when I'm with you," she said, "I feel as if I were stuffed with—oh, with stars.” — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“Here was the world wide-awake and yet only for me, all the fresh pure air only for me, all the fragrance breathed only by… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
