Rachel Field Quotes

You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

Isn’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when you’re with some other ones It’s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!

There’s plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

It’s terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.

No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

Doorbells are like a magic game,
Or the grab-bag at a fair —
You never know when you hear one ring
Who may be waiting there.

I’ve seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

…his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, though while it held one fast all other realities faded.

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing’s hid from sight.

The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!

I used to think I had ambition… but now I’m not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They’re easily confused.