The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the… — Martha Ostenso Autumn Copy Share Image
Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out… — Martha Ostenso Children Copy Share Image
There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable. — Martha Ostenso Grows Copy Share Image
There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable. — Martha Ostenso Memorable Copy Share Image
“Work did not destroy the loneliness; work was only a fog in which they moved so that they might not see the… — Martha Ostenso Loneliness Copy Share Image
It's remarkable - most remarkable, the way these people manage, from time to time, a tragedy or a near-tragedy to break the… — Martha Ostenso Break Copy Share Image
once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something… — Martha Ostenso Birth Copy Share Image
Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross. — Martha Ostenso Burning Copy Share Image
a man can break God's laws and be forgiven. That's what they teach us. But when he breaks Nature's laws, there's no… — Martha Ostenso Break Copy Share Image
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. — Martha Ostenso Autumn Copy Share Image
You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again. — Martha Ostenso Farming Copy Share Image
Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death. — Martha Ostenso Aging Copy Share Image
God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their… — Martha Ostenso Animals Copy Share Image
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses! — Martha Ostenso Life Copy Share Image
I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'. — Martha Ostenso Harm Copy Share Image
The past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion. — Martha Ostenso Avenues Copy Share Image
Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference. — Martha Ostenso Design Copy Share Image
A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things. — Martha Ostenso Illness Copy Share Image
it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that… — Martha Ostenso Answers Copy Share Image
The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life. — Martha Ostenso Art of life Copy Share Image
There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear. — Martha Ostenso Advice Copy Share Image
By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake. — Martha Ostenso Fine Copy Share Image
But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot -… — Martha Ostenso Knots Copy Share Image
