Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
In every race, in every nation, and in every clime in every period of history there is always an eager-eyed group of youthful patriots… — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the… — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl... — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
