Elinor Wylie quotes:
-
In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
-
In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
-
The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
-
The winter will be short, the summer long,The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.
-
Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover; A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year; The spring begins before the winter's over.
-
I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.
-
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.
-
I love bright words, words up and singing early;Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting."
-
My lord, adjudge my strength, and set me where I bear a little more than I can bear.
-
Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There's something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, immaculate, Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.
-
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
-
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.
-
An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.
-
I have never cared very deeply about the actual taste of my work. Let its essential odor satisfy my mind and senses, and I am content. I rarely judge by the grosser test of actual gustation ... in cooking, to create a masterpiece for the nose alone - that is exquisite, that is Art!
-
The bird Imagination, That flies so far, that dies so soon; Her wings are colored like the sun, Her breast is colored like the moon.
-
I bear a little more than I can bear.
-
When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird's beak, We shall live well--we shall live very well.