Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I have watchedmany literary fashions shoot up and blossom, and then fade and drop.... Yet with the many that I have seen comeand go,… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I was always a feminist, for I liked intellectual revolt as much as I disliked physical violence. On the whole, I think women havelost… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs? — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
