Margaret Widdemer

“Wallis," said his master dreamily when his man appeared again, "I want some more real clothes. Tired of sleeping-suits. Get me some,…

— Margaret Widdemer

“But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease, There’s none like the quiet folk who wait…

— Margaret Widdemer

“It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library…

— Margaret Widdemer

“He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phyllis's first impression of Allan Harrington.”

— Margaret Widdemer

“And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than…

— Margaret Widdemer

There is memory in the forest.

— Margaret Widdemer

“For some reason she found that Allan Harrington's attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And…

— Margaret Widdemer

Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born.

— Margaret Widdemer

And all that you are sorry for is what you haven't done.

— Margaret Widdemer

It is rather calming to remember that you really couldn't have foreseen what is happening to you.

— Margaret Widdemer

“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…

— Margaret Widdemer

“He must have been delightful," she said, "when he was alive!”

— Margaret Widdemer

“Pain has been and grief enough and bitterness and crying, Sharp ways and stony ways I think it was she trod; But…

— Margaret Widdemer