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Quotes by Margaret Widdemer

Margaret Widdemer

“Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born”

He must have been delightful, she said, when he was alive!

For some reason she found that Allan Harringtons attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And when Mrs. Harrington slipped a solitaire diamond into her hand as she went, instead of disliking it she enjoyed its feel on her finger, and the flash of it in the light. She thanked Mrs. Harrington for it with real gratitude. But it made her feel more than ever engaged to marry her mother-in-law.

He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phylliss first impression of Allan Harrington.

And the way you lost your temper! went on Wallis enthusiastically. Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You havent been more than to say snarly since the accident! It was so like the way you used to throw hair-brushes--

And remember, Wallis, theres something the matter with Mr. Allans shutters. They wont always close the sunshine out as they should.Wallis almost winked, if an elderly, mutton-chopped servitor can be imagined as winking.No, maam, he promised. Something wrong with em. Ill remember, maam.

It was four oclock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isnt a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquires its Sunday-reading best seller, if you work in a library you begin just at noon to wish devoutly that youd taken up scrubbing-by-the-day, or hack-driving, or porch-climbing or- anything on earth that gave you a weekly half-holiday!

But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease,There’s none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries–The counselors who never change, the friends who never go,The old books, the dear books that understand and know!

And all that you are sorry for is what you havent done.