Sarah Orne Jewett cytaty

Sarah Orne Jewett – amerykańska powieściopisarka i autorka opowiadań.

✵ 3. Wrzesień 1849 – 24. Czerwiec 1909
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Sarah Orne Jewett: Cytaty po angielsku

“Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.”

"Discontent", in St. Nicholas Magazine, Vol. 3 (February 1876), p. 247
Kontekst: "Dear robin," said this sad young flower,
"Perhaps you'd not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day when you are flying?" "You silly thing!" the robin said;
"I think you must be crazy!
I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy. "You're nicer in your own bright gown,
The little children love you;
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you. "Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We'd better keep our places;
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies. "Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing."

“I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.”

"Discontent", in St. Nicholas Magazine, Vol. 3 (February 1876), p. 247
Kontekst: "Dear robin," said this sad young flower,
"Perhaps you'd not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day when you are flying?" "You silly thing!" the robin said;
"I think you must be crazy!
I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy. "You're nicer in your own bright gown,
The little children love you;
Be the best buttercup you can,
And think no flower above you. "Though swallows leave me out of sight,
We'd better keep our places;
Perhaps the world would all go wrong
With one too many daisies. "Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing."

“Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 12

“So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 19

“The old poets little knew what comfort they could be to a man.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 5

“"Step in some afternoon," he said, as affectionately as if I were a fellow-shipmaster wrecked on the lee shore of age like himself.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 7

“The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paper — whether little or great, it belongs to Literature.”

Letter to Willa Cather, quoted in the preface to The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories (1925)

“Tact is after all a kind of mind-reading.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 10

“The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 19

“Tain't worthwhile to wear a day all out before it comes.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 16

“In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 15

“Captain Littlepage had overset his mind with too much reading.”

Sarah Orne Jewett książka The Country of the Pointed Firs

Źródło: The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896), Ch. 5

“When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.”

Samuel Johnson, in a letter to Bennet Langton, published in The Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. (1791), by James Boswell
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