“September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings.” — 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… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“When I drive to the lupins and see them all spread out as far as eye can reach in perfect beauty of colour and… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
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… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“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
