“Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearance, but for the memories in them, for their good wearing qualities and the thrift they represented.” ValuesMemoriesQualityFlowerAppearanceSentimentalityThriftQuilts Book:Old Home Town Source: Old Home Town
“Even the street, the sunshine, the very air had a special Sunday quality. We walked differently on Sundays, with greater propriety and stateliness. Greetings were more formal, more subdued, voices more meticulously polite. Everything was so smooth, bland, polished. And genuinely so, because this was Sunday. In church the rustling and the stillness were alike pervaded with the knowledge that all was for the best. Propriety ruled the universe. God was in His Heaven, and we were in our Sunday clothes.” ReligionUniverseHeavenVoiceChurchQualityGreaterAirStreetsSpecialClothesSunshineSundayStillnessSmoothFormalPolitePolishedProprietyGreetingsBland Author:Rose Wilder Lane
“Writing fiction is an endless and always defeated effort to capture some quality of life without killing it.” WritingEffortFictionQualityKillingEndlessCaptureDefeatedQuality Of LifeWriting FictionKilling It Author:Rose Wilder Lane
