Katherine Mansfield
Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murrywas a prominent New Zealand modernist short story writer who was born and brought up in colonial New Zealand and wrote under the pen name of Katherine Mansfield. At 19, Mansfield left New Zealand and settled in the United Kingdom, where she became a friend of modernist writers such as D.H. Lawrence and Virginia Woolf. In 1917 she was diagnosed with extrapulmonary tuberculosis, which led to her death at the age of 34...
NationalityNew Zealander
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth14 October 1888
people too-much littles
... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.
hate winter thinking
I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.
feelings stories finished
There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.
world matter doe
Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.
strong effort wish
We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.
travel believe years
In the shortest sea voyage there is no sense of time. You have been down in the cabin for hours or days or years. Nobody knows or cares. You know all the people to the point of indifference. You do not believe in dry land any more - you are caught in the pendulum itself, and left there, idly swinging.
failure mean success-and-failure
When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.
rain weather feelings
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
stars light sky
Outside the sky is light with stars
writing light tree
Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
mean sea breathing
By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with... the earth and the wonders thereof - the sea - the sun.
stars gay strange
It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.
ideas two inward
Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.
queens giving joy
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.