Marjorie Rawlings Quotes

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The test of beauty is whether it can survive close knowledge. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Garlic, like perfume, must be used with discretion and on the proper occasions. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

You can't change a man, no-ways. By the time his mummy turns him loose and he takes up with some innocent woman and marries her, he's what he is. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Words began fights and words ended them. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

At one time or another most of us at the Creek have been suspected of a degree of madness. Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity ... — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The inferred is always more effective than the obvious. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

He wrote:
Dear ollever; yor ol twinkk has dun gode up the rivver. im gladd. yor friend jody. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

No man should have proprietary rights over land who does not use that land wisely and lovingly. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

He was addled with April. He was dizzy with Spring. He was as drunk as Lem Forrester on a Saturday night. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Good" is what helps us or at least does not hinder. "Evil" is whatever harms us or interferes with us, according to our own selfish standards. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

People in general are totally unable to detach the personality of a writer from the products of his thinking. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Well, son, you cain't go thru life chunkin' things at all the ugly women you meet. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The truth is artistically fallacious. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Sift each of us through the great sieve of circumstance and you have a residue, great or small as the case may be, that is the man or the woman. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The best fish in the world are of course those one catches oneself. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

You know what I wisht I had, Ma? A pouch like a 'possum, to tote things.
The Yearling — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I had done battle with a great fear and the victory was mine. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

She was not unattractive until she focused her eyes on a human being, when their unblinking coldness gave the effect of the stare of an adder. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

The wild animals seemed less predatory to him than people he had known. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Ever' man wants life to be a fine thing, and a easy. 'Tis fine, boy, powerful fine, but 'taint easy.

--Penny Baxter to his son, Jody — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I'm eating' it quick ... but I'll remember it a long time. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

He lay down beside the fawn. He put one arm across its neck. It did not seem to him that he could ever be lonely again. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

No case of libel by a negro against a white would even reach a southern court. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Don't go gittin faintified on me. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I have found that each of my books has developed out of something I have written in a previous book. Some thought evidently unfinished. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Some of the books that provided the richest fare were hidden under unrevealing names, like a rare soul behind a drab face — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity and we are all individualists here. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Eulalie in a remote fashion belonged to him, Jody, to do with as he pleased, if only to throw potatoes at her. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

We need above all, I think, a certain remoteness from urban confusion. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

To comfort any mortal against loneliness, one other is enough. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I'll walk off the rest of my mad. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Grandma Hutto's flower garden was a bright patchwork quilt thrown down inside the pickets. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings