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The past is only the present become invisible and mute and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

Mary Webb

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Mary Webb
Age: 46 †
Born: 1881
Born: March 25
Died: 1927
Died: October 8
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Salop
Mary Gladys Meredith Webb
Mary Gladys Webb
Precious
Invisible
Tomorrow
Present
Murmurs
Past
Memorized
Become
Mute
Glances
Infinitely

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Love unspoken is the most tremendous force in the world. One is amazed at the way in which people waste their time making speeches, agitating, praying, even. They might save their breath. The great lovers of the world, in silence, rule the world.
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Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.
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Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.
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Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
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Nature's music is never over her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
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Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists.
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She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.
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Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or the gold sallow catkin with its flashing system of little flies?
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No accident of environment or circumstance need cut us off from nature. ... It does not matter how shut in we are. Opportunity for wide experience is of small acccount in this as in other things it is depth that brings understanding and life.
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The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.
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There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness, beguilements, buffooneries, loud voices, 'the sound of battle and garments rolled in blood,' the anthologist is quietly ensuring the immortality of somebody else.
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It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening.
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For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind's lack of pity, mankind's fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare.
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The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it.
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it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than a touch.
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The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical greed, as well as a state of mystical exaltation. It will have its own.
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