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Anne Bosworth Greene Quotes

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November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter?
Anne Bosworth Greene

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I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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6.
a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!
Anne Bosworth Greene

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How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!
Anne Bosworth Greene

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timeliness is an enemy to art.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as if uncommon spirits had seized their little maker, for sometimes he had leaped a yard, the festive mite! There was no other track pursuing; the leaps must have been mere joy.
Anne Bosworth Greene

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With writing ... you must keep in the habit. After a lapse it will take you not an hour, but a week, a month, maybe, to find your mood again - that mood in which things drop from heaven. There's no forcing it; you can't set your notions in front of you, and stare at them till they take shape; they have to come to you whether you ask them or not. ... And you have to be in the habit of that mood! Of inspiration!
Anne Bosworth Greene