Margaret Widdemer Quotes & Sayings

And the way you lost your temper!" went on Wallis enthusiastically. "Oh, Mr. Allan, it was beautiful! You haven't been more than to say snarly since the accident! It was so like the way you used to throw hair-brushes
— Margaret Widdemer

It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isn't a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquires its Sunday-reading best seller, if you work in a library you begin just at noon to wish devoutly that you'd taken up scrubbing-by-the-day, or hack-driving, or porch-climbing or- anything on earth that gave you a weekly half-holiday! — Margaret Widdemer

Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born. — Margaret Widdemer

It is rather calming to remember that you really couldn't have foreseen what is happening to you. — Margaret Widdemer

He looked like a young Crusader on a tomb. That was Phyllis's first impression of Allan Harrington. — Margaret Widdemer

He must have been delightful," she said, "when he was alive! — Margaret Widdemer

Pain has been and grief enough and bitterness and crying,
Sharp ways and stony ways I think it was she trod;
But all there is to see now is a white bird flying,
Whose blood-stained wings go circling high - circling up to God! — Margaret Widdemer

And all that you are sorry for is what you haven't done. — Margaret Widdemer

There is memory in the forest. — Margaret Widdemer

Wallis," said his master dreamily when his man appeared again, "I want some more real clothes. Tired of sleeping-suits. Get me some, please. Good night. — Margaret Widdemer

And remember, Wallis, there's something the matter with Mr. Allan's shutters. They won't always close the sunshine out as they should."
Wallis almost winked, if an elderly, mutton-chopped servitor can be imagined as winking.
"No, ma'am," he promised. Something wrong with 'em. I'll remember, ma'am. — Margaret Widdemer

For some reason she found that Allan Harrington's attitude of absolute detachment made the whole affair seem much easier for her. And when Mrs. Harrington slipped a solitaire diamond into her hand as she went, instead of disliking it she enjoyed its feel on her finger, and the flash of it in the light. She thanked Mrs. Harrington for it with real gratitude. But it made her feel more than ever engaged to marry her mother-in-law. — Margaret Widdemer