Ellen Glasgow
Ellen Glasgow
Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgowwas an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 April 1873
CityRichmond, VA
CountryUnited States of America
mind ephemeral different
The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.
grief passion heart
Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of 'all the little emptiness of love.
running spring flames
Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley.
ideas someday modern
No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.
violence literature crude
Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
years want youth
Most women want their youth back again; but I wouldn't have mine back at any price. The worst years of my life are behind me, and my best ones ahead.
strong support stand-alone
There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.
death enjoy perversity
The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.
strength lying down-and
I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.
spring flower air
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
flower animal sky
. . . every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures.
sarcastic littles knows
He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
ends materials mere
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
children fun men
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.