M.M. Scott Quotes

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

What do you think of that? It’s stopped raining." I’m glad Jay." Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

Women are necessarily capable of almost anything in their struggle for survival and can scarcely be convicted of such man-made crimes as “cruelty.

And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life.

The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of children, already gathered like crikets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight.

He was handsome then if never before, bound for one of those immortal moments which come so radiantly that their remembered light is enough to see by for years.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor

interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

He dispensed starlight to casual moths.

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

A writer wastes nothing.

Receding from grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.

The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.

What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?

So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

I want leisure to read—an immense amount.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.

You have to develop a conscience and if on top of that you have talent so much the better. But if you have talent without conscience, you are just one of many thousand journalists.

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.

Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

Another secret we carry is that though drab outside - wreckage to the eye, mirrors a mortification - inside we flame with a wild life that is almost incommunicable.

Admiration is one of the chief delights of living.

In very truth the days are almost free, and if it is another way of saying that our lives are empty, well -- there are days when emptiness is spacious, and non-existence elevating . . .

I feel most real when alone, even most alive when alone. Better to say that the liveliness of companionship and the liveliness of solitude differ, and the latter is never as exhausting as the former.

love at any age takes everything you've got.

Order, cleanliness, seemliness make a structure that is half support, half ritual, and - if it does not create it - maintains decency.

I was a better writer when I was teaching. I was constantly going over the basics and constantly reminding myself, as I reminded my students, what made a good story, a good poem.

I was a piano player before I was a poet.

Every show that sells out is like a hero's welcome for me.

You can have a poem like "B-Movie" and sum up thirty conversations that people have had on the subject, but I wrote it down, and other people didn't.

I don't think people in power have the potential to do anything like that to me. I feel as though as long as our music is available, folks are going to hear it.

What all women have in common is that they share most of the unpaid work of the world.

Nothing a housewife does is of value in capitalist terms because it does not take place on the market and therefore does not contribute to the Gross National Product.

it is impossible to attack the problem of poverty in the industrialized or the developing world effectively unless the extent to which poverty is a women's problem is recognized.