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Lizette Woodworth Reese Quotes

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

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
Flower, Years, Ivory
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1929). “A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days”

The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Thinking, Light, Doubt

To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Neighbor, Schadenfreude, Unpleasant Experiences
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1929). “A Victorian village: reminiscences of other days”

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
Blessed, Years, Sight
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1929). “A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days”

For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Spiritual, Art, Poetry
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1929). “A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days”

Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Country, Retirement, Fall
Lizette Woodworth Reese, “A Little Song Of Life”

The sun pours out like wine.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Wine, Sun
Lizette Woodworth Reese, Robert John Jones (1992). “In praise of common things: Lizette Woodworth Reese revisited”, Greenwood Pub Group

I wonder at the idleness of tears.

Lizette Woodworth Reese
Tears, Wonder, Idleness
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1928). “Lizette Woodworth Reese ...”

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
Children, Suffering, Firsts
Lizette Woodworth Reese (1929). “A Victorian village: reminiscences of other days”

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