Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes the fountain in mid-flow and numbs the hand, even in the very act of giving. It is a… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is, though, something autumnal about greed, apple-cheeked and wheat-crowned, purpled knee-high in grapes; something summery in sloth,… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
“But godhead gradually slipped away from him, leaving only a sense of election and the power, through his music, to to change landscapes, seasons,… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes the fountain… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is,… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
“His teachings, said his disciple Musaeus, had one simple theme: 'Everything comes into being from the One and is resolved into the One again.” — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
I got very keen on biography because I wanted to change it. I wanted to stretch the form. I think of it as a… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
“Tuning must come first. Each recital begins with a careful tightening of the pegs on the cross-bar, twisting them in their socket of red… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
“It was generally believed, said Theophilus, that Orpheus learned his music from the birds. His small voice, piping after theirs, filled with all the… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
“Time slipped and slid around him, unanchored by any fact that could be verified. Perhaps it did not matter. 'Where does our story take… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
