What did Katherine Mansfield mean by: In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire. - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand Copy
+ I must say, I hate money. But it’s the lack of it I hate most. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Hate, I Hate, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Joy, Queens, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ Regret is an appalling waste of time. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Katherine Mansfield, Regret, Waste, Wasting Time, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Pleasure, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy. Feraz Zeid, July 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Katherine Mansfield, Joy, Sorrow, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ What do you want most to do? That’s what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Asking, Faces, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been – Nothing! Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Long Time, Questions And Answers, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
+ Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Katherine Mansfield, Die, Left, 0 - Katherine Mansfield Writer · New Zealand
The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains. - William Morris Designer · England
Books can ignite fires in your mind, because they carry ideas for kindling, and art for matches. - Gary D. Schmidt Author
It is the fire of suffering that brings forth the gold of godliness. - Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Mystic and writer · France
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either - Jennifer Donnelly Author
This temporal fire is but a painted fire in respect of that penetrating and real fire in hell. - Jeremy Taylor Clergyman · England
