106 Quotes by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

She was not unattractive until she focused her eyes on a human being, when their unblinking coldness gave the effect of the stare of an adder.

It is impossible to be among the woods animals on their own ground without a feeling of expanding one’s own world, as when any foreign country is visited.

It’s very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant.

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.

You can’t change a man, no-ways. By the time his mummy turns him loose and he takes up with some innocent woman and marries her, he’s what he is.

He edged closer to his father’s bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own. A sense of snugness came over him and he dropped asleep.

At one time or another most of us at the Creek have been suspected of a degree of madness. Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity...

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.

He was addled with April. He was dizzy with Spring. He was as drunk as Lem Forrester on a Saturday night.