“Then Night came down like the feathery soot of a smoky lamp, and smutted[9] first the bedquilt, then the hearth-rug, then the… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Insomnia Copy Share Image
“As far as I can reckon, a woman can stand absolutely anything under God's heaven that she knows; but she just up… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Uncertainty Copy Share Image
“You don't seem to understand," I whispered. "It's Christmas relationships that are worrying Carol and me so! It worries us dreadfully! Oh,… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Christmas Copy Share Image
Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Doughnut Copy Share Image
“...a fellow's a fool when he marries who don't go to work deliberately to study and understand his wife. Women are awfully… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Marriage Copy Share Image
“More than being absurdly blond and absurdly messy, the Young Electrician had one of those extraordinarily sweet, extraordinarily vital, strangely mysterious, utterly… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Appearance Copy Share Image
Now everybody who knows anything at all knows perfectly well that even a business letter does not deserve the paper on which… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Business Copy Share Image
the time to grant anybody a favor is the day the favor is asked, for that day is the one psychological moment… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Demand Copy Share Image
“Incidentally her head ached and her shoulders ached and her lungs ached and the ankle-bones of both feet ached quite excruciatingly. But… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Exhaustion Copy Share Image
“Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Hands Copy Share Image
The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Brain Copy Share Image
Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Chickens Copy Share Image
I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Bigs Copy Share Image
One was a Cartoon Artist with a heart like chiffon and a wit as accidentally malicious as the jab of a pin… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Art Copy Share Image
“What? Do you dare smile and suggest for a moment that just because of the Absence between us I cannot make myself… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Absence Copy Share Image
And while you and the rest of your kind are battling together-year after year-for this special privilege of being 'bored to death,'… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Asking Copy Share Image
“If there's—one person on the face of this earth who makes me sick it's the ninny who calls a thing 'improbable' because… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Experience Copy Share Image
“Provide for her Future—if you can!—That's my motto!—But a man's just a plain bum who don't provide for his own Past!” — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Future Copy Share Image
I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Appease Copy Share Image
Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Christmas time Copy Share Image
lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Bigs Copy Share Image
“Out from the servient shoulders of some smooth-tongued Waiter it stares, into the scared dilating pupils of the White Satin Bride with… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Appearance Copy Share Image
If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Enough Copy Share Image
Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Blank Copy Share Image
Sorrow in the tongue will talk itself cured, if you give it a chance; but sorrow in the eyes has a wicked,… — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Brain Copy Share Image
