Martha Ostenso Quotes & Sayings

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death. — Martha Ostenso

Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will. — Martha Ostenso

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake. — Martha Ostenso

God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet! — Martha Ostenso

There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable. — Martha Ostenso

A man can break God's laws and be forgiven. That's what they teach us. But when he breaks Nature's laws, there's no forgiveness - and there's no escape. Sooner or later he pays the penalty, or his children pay it - or his children's children. It doesn't matter much. It must be paid. — Martha Ostenso

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses! — Martha Ostenso

It's remarkable - most remarkable, the way these people manage, from time to time, a tragedy or a near-tragedy to break the even tenor of their ways,' said Mr. Tingley, in a tone of half-humorous superiority, by which he considered that he distinguished himself, subtly and inoffensively, from 'these people. — Martha Ostenso

Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross. — Martha Ostenso

But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it. — Martha Ostenso

There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear ... — Martha Ostenso

A false vision was better than none. — Martha Ostenso

Work did not destroy the loneliness; work was only a fog in which they moved so that they might not see the loneliness of each other — Martha Ostenso

Once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall. — Martha Ostenso

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again. — Martha Ostenso

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers. — Martha Ostenso

Time passed so much more slowly than space. — Martha Ostenso

It was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer. — Martha Ostenso

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin' ... — Martha Ostenso

A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things. — Martha Ostenso

The past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion ... — Martha Ostenso

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. — Martha Ostenso

Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference. — Martha Ostenso

There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable. — Martha Ostenso

The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life ... — Martha Ostenso