Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings - Life Quotes

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Lives are only one with living. How dare we, in our egos, claim catastrophe in the rise and fall of the individual entity? There is only Life, and we are beads strung on its strong and endless thread.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what he's been a-doing all his life. She'll look at him. And without no warning he'll look like a varmint.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
She lives a sophisticate's life among worldly people. At the slightest excuse she steps out of civilization, naked and relieved, as I should step out of a soiled chemise.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
It was a quieter matter, he thought, for one advanced in years; not that death comes, but that life goes.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Black bottom pie [is] so delicate, so luscious, that I hope to be propped up on my dying bed and fed a generous portion. Then I think that I should refuse outright to die, for life would be too good to relinquish.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A mark was on him from the day's delight, so that all his life, when April was a thin green and the flavor of rain was on his tongue, an old wound would throb and a nostalgia would fill him for something he could not quite remember.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
It seemed to him that friends were part of the indestructible tapestry of one's life, that no matter if a thread disappeared there, it would eventually reappear here, or in some other place in the design, as long as it was a thread that mattered.

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.

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The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.

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