“Did you know that a bee dies after he stings you? And that there's a star called Aldebaran? And that around the tenth of August, any year, you can look up in the sky at night and see dozens and… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“All over the city lights were coming on in the purple-blue dusk. The street lights looked delicate and frail, as though they might suddenly float away from their lampposts like balloons. Long twirling ribbons of light, red, green, violet, were festooned about the doorways of drugstores and restaurants--and the famous electric signs of Broadway had come to life with glittering… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share
“Self-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master.” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Garnet was very happy. She was so happy, for no especial reason, that she felt as if she must move carefully so she wouldn't… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
Never plan a picnic' Father said. 'Plan a dinner, yes, or a house, or a budget, or an appointment with the dentist, but never,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“In Nina Kimbereley's garden the scabiosa flowers were dark as garnet brooches; the nicotiana a veil of tossing crimson stars. Nothing was usual, or… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Now isn't that nice!' said the old lady. 'If cousins are the right kind, they're best of all: kinder than sisters and brothers, and… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves idling down the air, two or three at a time, warblers twittering and glittering in every bush ('Confusing fall warblers,' Peterson calls them, and how right he is): the lingering yellow jackets feeding on broken apples;… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share
“I loved the flash of jewels and the luster of satin. In those days women dressed. ” — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
