Mary Webb
Mary Webb
Mary Webbwas an English romantic novelist and poet of the early 20th century, whose work is set chiefly in the Shropshire countryside and among Shropshire characters and people which she knew. Her novels have been successfully dramatized, most notably the film Gone to Earth in 1950 by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. They inspired the famous parody Cold Comfort Farm...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 March 1881
smell voice fragrance
Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.
autumn departure crowds
Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists.
giving digestion lord
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
marriage passion fire
To many women marriage is only this. It is merely a physical change impinging on their ordinary nature, leaving their mentality untouched, their self-possession intact. They are not burnt by even the red fire of physical passion - far less by the white fire of love.
autumn
Autumn is full of leave-taking.
moving heart voice
Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all.
buckets providence wells
The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.
thinking want
The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it.
blue may green
Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.
past tomorrow invisible
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
missing folks depends
It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.
past aging tomorrow
We are tomorrow's past.
education window bigs
It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening.
flower book garden
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery.