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
regret looks life-moves-on
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.
writing recluse
I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write
strong nice thinking
It's rather nice to think of oneself as a sailor bending over the map of one's mind and deciding where to go and how to go. The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough.
rain fall night
What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, - how easily put out ...
reading secret happy-thoughts
The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret friend of their author.
wild-places mind
The mind I love must have wild places.
love friendship best-friend
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
giving stupidity body
I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.
best-love mushrooms toadstools
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
littles rags fence
How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.
inspirational motivational happiness
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.
book reading literacy
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
years light age
I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.
friendship positive forgiveness
Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.