139 Quotes by Phyllis McGinley

O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.

The knowingness of little girls, is hidden underneath their curls.

In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry ...

Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one’s neighbor.