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
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.
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.
air mushrooms resilience
September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.
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.
order satisfaction paper
Tidied all my papers. Tore up and ruthlessly destroyed much. This is always a great satisfaction.
two people trying
if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.
spiritual hurt pain
As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.
love promise world
What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise