What did Martha Ostenso mean by: Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death. - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada Copy
+ A sickness … defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Illness, Shapes, Sickness, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ I don’t see as it matters much how well you mean if it’s harm you’re doin’. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Harm, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ There’s precious little comes of telling people what they don’t want to hear. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Advice, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Winter, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses! Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Farming, Friendship, Soil, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
+ Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Martha Ostenso, Autumn, 0 - Martha Ostenso Author · Canada
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Writing, like drawing is an art, and whatever conveys the meaning is justified. - Maxwell Perkins Editor · USA
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
