Top 96 Mary Roberts Rinehart Quotes
#2. I have always regarded divorce as essentially disagreeable, like castor oil, but necessary.
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#3. Men were not equal in the effort they made, nor did equal efforts bring equal result ... Equality of opportunity, yes. Equality of effort and result, no.
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#5. The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.
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#6. My family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.
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#7. Every writer knows the terror of an unexpected success. How to carry on? How to repeat it?
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#9. Young Doctor Arden was gong through the process of reorienting himself after a night's sleep.
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#10. It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant.
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#11. A man may shout the eternal virtues and be unheard forever, but if he babble nonsense in a wilderness it will travel around the world.
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#12. Every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.
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#13. Men ... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child ...
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#14. That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.
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#15. The calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
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#16. There are only two things to be done when a general is angry: One is to get behind the furniture and pretend one is not there; the other is to distract his mind.
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#17. I suppose it is because woman's courage is mental and man's physical, that in times of great strain women always make the better showing.
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#18. People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.
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#19. [The writer] wants both to do the best possible work and also to reach the largest possible audience. The result is a fairly normal condition of discouragement.
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#22. Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.
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#25. As all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.
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#26. The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.
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#27. Courage was America's watchword, but a courage of the body rather than of the soul - physical courage, not moral.
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#28. The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.
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#29. Her eyes filled.
"He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them."
Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!
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#32. Gradually I found that my name signed to a check was even more welcome than when signed to a letter,
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#35. I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.
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#37. Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.
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#39. The theater is the only money-making business I know in which haste apparently rules from first to last.
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#40. Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.
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#41. [On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.
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#42. I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.
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#43. She had the theory of youth about love, that it was a violent thing, tempestuous and passionate. She thought that love demanded, not knowing that love gives first, and then asks.
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#44. No one moved to get the whisky, from which I judged there were three pocket flasks ready for emergency.
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#48. I always said there were plenty of things going on here, right under our noses, that we couldn't see," she said, holding out her apron.
"I don't see with my nose," I remarked. "What have you got there?
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#49. It's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.
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#51. I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.
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#52. The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
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#54. When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.
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#55. Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
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#56. Providence has a curious way of letting two lives run along, each apparently independent of the other. Parallel lines they seem, hopeless of meeting. Converging lines really, destined, through long ages, by every deed that has been done to meet as a certain point and there fuse.
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#57. There is no place in the world, I imagine, for a philosopher with a sense of humor, a new leisure, and an inquiring turn of mind!
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#58. It was said of Miss Letitia that when money came into her possession it went out of circulation.
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#59. Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.
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#60. We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.
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#61. [To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.
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#62. Having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
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#63. Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.
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#64. There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.
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#65. What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.
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#66. Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.
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#67. I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.
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#68. There are lies and lies. Now and then the Great Recorder must put one on the credit side of the balance, one that has saved intolerable suffering, or has made well and happy a sick soul.
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#69. The only way to make a husband over according to one's ideas ... would be to adopt him at an early age, say four.
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#70. To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.
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#71. There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.
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#72. If one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?
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#73. Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?
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#75. My crime books are actually novels and are written as such. One might even say that each one is really two novels, one of which is the story I tell the reader, and the other the buried story I know and let slip now and then into a clue to whet the reader's interest.
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#76. War is a thing of fearful and curious anomalies ... It has shown that government by men only is not an appeal to reason, but an appeal to arms; that on women, without a voice to protest, must fall the burden. It is easier to die than to send a son to death.
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#77. There is a sort of melancholy pleasure to be had out of a funeral, with its pomp and ceremony, but I shrank from a death-bed.
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#78. [When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against distraction. I talk to people, move about, appear on the surface much as usual. But later on I have only a confused memory of what has happened during that period.
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#79. Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption.
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#80. I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!
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#81. These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.
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#82. [I]t is really the ponderous books which I envy. How easy merely to put down everything you think or imagine. No holding back, no telling oneself that this does not belong, or that. No hewing to the line. No cutting. No fear of letting the interest die. No wastebasket. How wonderful. And how dull!
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#83. All lives are so divided: a step back; a plunge; and then, in desperation and despair, a little climb up God's ladder.
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#86. Men love a joke - on the other fellow. But your really humorous woman loves a joke on herself.
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#88. It is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work.
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#91. When knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.
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#92. Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
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#93. There comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.
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#94. Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.
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#95. Because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.
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#96. It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
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