The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving her hands indefatigably yet quietly, she seemed like the champion of the rights of sleepers, like one of those spectral presences which rise in twilight in woods made of sky and branches. The solitary traveler, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.
The grey nurse resumed her ...
Quotes from the same author
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man; some think even greater.
King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.