“Pain has been and grief enough and bitterness and crying, Sharp ways and stony ways I think it was she trod; But all there is to see now is a white bird flying, Whose blood-stained wings go circling high—circling up… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“Wallis," said his master dreamily when his man appeared again, "I want some more real clothes. Tired of sleeping-suits. Get me some, please. Good… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease, There’s none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries–… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phyllis's first impression of Allan Harrington.” — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“For some reason she found that Allan Harrington's attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And when Mrs.… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born. — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
It is rather calming to remember that you really couldn't have foreseen what is happening to you. — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
“And remember, Wallis, there's something the matter with Mr. Allan's shutters. They won't always close the sunshine out as they should." Wallis almost winked,… — Margaret Widdemer Copy Share Image
