Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, "frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice… — 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
