Lizette Woodworth Reese

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None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, some remnant of it, some intangible evil or lovely thing or both, will remain with us, like the odor to a flower, or the smoothness to a piece of ivory. It is part of the immortality of youth.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Flower
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The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Thinking
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To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Neighbor
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Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite sound and sight - every lane, and pasture, and green corners and gnarled hollows everywhere, make them affluent with a treasure which neither change nor chance can steal away.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Blessed
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For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Spiritual
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The sun pours out like wine.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Wine
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I wonder at the idleness of tears.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Tears
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A child without an acquaintance of some kind with a classic of literature ... suffers from that impoverishment for the rest of his life. No later intimacy is like that of the first.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese
Collection: Children