A Weaver Of Dreams Quotes

“A man says: "I love you - will you marry me?" What he really means is: "Will you come to look after my house, do my mending, bear my children, bring them up, cook for me when necessary, and see that the plumbing is in perfect order? I shall give you board and clothes, though you may have to speak several times about the clothes, and an occasional pat on the cheek.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“By day we may deal with the airy superstructure of our emotions, but, at three in the morning, we get down to the foundation. At night the soul claims the right to stand face to face with itself, as before some mirror placed in a pitiless light and, with unsparing eyes, seek the truth.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“Have you ever seen a man carry a burden when there were woman's shoulders near enough to shift it to?”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“Three things I have longed to see," murmured Miss Cynthia, pointedly. "The sea serpent, a white rhinoceros, and an unselfish man.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“...by knowing a few people well, I know the whole world, for human nature is the same the world over and does not change. Having only a drop of water, a microscope, and a dream, I fashion from it the sea. I know it, perhaps, as he does not, who only crosses it in a ship.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“How old is she?"
"Sixty, by her hair - thirty-five or forty by her face."
"And how old by her mind and soul?"
"I don't know," laughed Margery. "How many ages are there for the same person?"
"Three - one of the body, one of the mind, and one of the soul. Sometimes a soul of six and a mind of fifteen are shut up in a body of thirty or more, and again, in a body of twenty there'll be a mind of about the same age and a very old soul. You see all sorts of queer combinations. This is what makes life so unfailingly interesting. We can measure the age of the body by years, but not the others.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“You can sit down and think of everything a woman ought to be - even write it out, if you choose, and when you get through you'll discover that you've written an accurate description of Judith Sylvester. Sometimes I wonder whether she's merely human, like the rest of us, or a saint temporarily come to earth to make us think better of a world that has her in it.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams