The Four-Story Mistake Quotes

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Never plan a picnic' Father said. 'Plan a dinner, yes, or a house, or a budget, or an appointment with the dentist, but never, never plan a picnic.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Someday she planned to paint he ceiling: Blue, with gold stars on it, whole constellations, and a section of the Milky Way.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Like ghosts the children walked across the lawn on their bare feet. The moon was full. Above the damp grass hung a veil of mist, luminous with moonlight and spangled with fireflies. There was no wind, and the sound of the brook was very distinct, tinkling, splashing, running softly. It made Mona think of an ancient fountain, shaped like a shell, covered with moss, and set in a secluded garden. Something she half remembered, or imagined.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Already he knew that to overdo a thing is to destroy it.”
― elizabeth enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner's sugar...there was white fur on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“It was still raw and cold, but every now and then there would be a day, or an hour, or a moment, when the sun came out, and there was something different in the air: a sort of glimpsed fragrance, like when the kitchen door is opened for a second while the birthday cake is being baked. It was a smell of promise. The little brook bellowed hoarsely; there was a swelling at the joints of the twigs, and the first skunk cabbages appeared, brown cowls beside the brook. And at night, tinkling, jingling, gurgling, with high silvery notes, came the voices of the peepers. The dark was spangled with their voices.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“Oh, I got this the time I ran into the back of the bus.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“The Carthage traffic cop has an alligator in his bathtub!”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“she flew over the handlebars head on into the license plate.”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake

“she saw an old lady and some chickens”
― Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake