Air Quote by Celia Thaxter

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a…

— Celia Thaxter

It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

— Celia Thaxter

When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is…

— Celia Thaxter

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

— Celia Thaxter

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

— Celia Thaxter

Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge…

— Celia Thaxter

The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every…

— Celia Thaxter

So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade,…

— Celia Thaxter

“Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound? We can but praise, for we may not understand; But there's no more beautiful riddle the…

— Celia Thaxter

There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

— Celia Thaxter

Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

— Celia Thaxter

O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that…

— Celia Thaxter