Margaret Deland
Margaret Deland
Margaret Delandwas an American novelist, short story writer, and poet. She also wrote an autobiography in two volumes. She is generally considered part of the literary realism movement...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth23 February 1857
years humanity age
Age, per se, may claim tenderness and pity, but not respect; that only comes when the years have brought humanity and wisdom and the experience that worketh hope.
christmas years soul
Twenty-five years ago, Christmas was not the burden that it is now; there was less haggling and weighing, less quid pro quo, less fatigue of body, less weariness of soul; and, most of all, there was less loading up with trash.
years habit break
the attempt to break a habit of years is necessarily experimental.
expected hold holds pint
A pint can't hold a quart -- if it holds a pint it is doing all that can be expected of it.
teaching useless genius
It is useless to deny that, unless one has a genius for imparting knowledge, teaching is a drudgery.
responsibility loss anxiety
we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.
vanity people morality
moral vanity is the snare of good people.
mother thinking hypocrisy
What I object to in Mother is that she wants me to think her thoughts. Apart from the question of hypocrisy, I prefer my own.
mother children hate
There is a bond, it appears, between mother and child which endures as long as they do. It is independent of love; reason cannot weaken it; hate cannot destroy it.
promise ems
When one promise jostles another, one of 'em isn't a promise.
regret selfish may
nothing may be more selfish than remorse ...
responsibility people genius
I notice that when people have no sense of responsibility, you call them either criminals or geniuses.
crazy unhappy sanity
it's better to be crazy on one point and happy, than sane on all points and unhappy.
self connections modesty
In connection with death, or birth, or love, modesty is only a rather puerile self-consciousness.