Myrtle Reed
Myrtle Reed
Myrtle Reedwas an American author, poet, journalist, and philanthropist. She wrote a number of bestsellers and even published a series of cookbooks under the pseudonym Olive Green...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth27 September 1874
CountryUnited States of America
book waiting mood
A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.
sadness sovereign remedy
Activity is a sovereign remedy for the blues.
rain heart home
The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?
journey age looks
On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.
beautiful eye dark
When a little pleasure has flashed for a moment against the dark, I have made that jewel mine. I have hundreds of them ... I call it my Necklace of Perfect Joy. When the world goes wrong, I have only to close my eyes and remember all the links in my chain, set with gems, some large and some small, but all beautiful with the beauty which never fades. It is all I can take with me when I go. My material possessions must stay behind, but my Necklace of Perfect Joy will bring me happiness to the end, when I put it on, to be nevermore unclasped.
army personality rabbits
I have a friend, physically magnificent, who combines within himself the intellect of a philosopher, the diplomacy of a statesman, the executive ability of the general of an army, the courtesy of a Chesterfield - and the emotions of a rabbit.
friendship house may
May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends.
time way timing
The appointed thing comes at the appointed time in the appointed way.
sweet memories heart
Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.
sweet strong white
it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away.
flower soul
I've always thought my flowers had souls.
anger tears weapons
Anger is a better weapon than tears; a burr commands more respect than a sensitive plant.
age needs hills
When we come to the sundown road, we need all the love we have managed to take with us from the summit of the hill.
giving silence consent
Silence always gives consent ...