Best 81 quotes of Myrtle Reed on MyQuotes

A bird is joy incarnate.

A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.

Activity is a sovereign remedy for the blues.

After the door of a woman's heart has once swung on its silent hinges, a man thinks he can prop it open with a brick and go away and leave it.

A good forgettery is a happier possession than a good memory.

All we can do in this world is the thing that seems to us the best. We have no concern with the results, except as a guide for the future, and sometimes, years afterward, we see that what seemed like a bitter loss was, in reality, gain.

A man likes to feel that he is loved, a woman likes to be told.

Anger is a better weapon than tears; a burr commands more respect than a sensitive plant.

A real love letter is absolutely ridiculous to everyone except the writer and the recipient.

Before, you think of it as a permanent bond of happiness; later, you see that it is a yoke, borne unequally. You marry to keep love, but sometimes that is the surest way to lose it.

But somewhere on the great world the sun is always shining, and, just so sure as you live, it will sometime shine on you.

Conceit is lovable and unconcealed ; vanity is supreme selfishness, usually hidden.

Content is a matter of temperament rather than circumstance.

Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.

Five golden years, Heart of Mine, have we walked the way of life together, and there is not an hour I would have changed; there is no moment when I would have you other than you have been. It is the fashion these days, I know, to say that love ends at the altar, but it is not so. You and I have found the old dream of the world divinely true. It is neither a poet's fancy nor a trick of the imagination, but a thing of fadeless and unending beauty.

For the size of it, a check book is about the greatest convenience I know of.

Fortunately age does not affect literature. After a man is dead, he may continue in the business and often rank higher than his living competitors.

Gossip is the social mosquito.

Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.

How strange it is that life must be nearly over, before one fully learns to live!

I experienced the discomfort of those who have moved mentally, but are still clamped, physically, to the places they have moved from.

If there's anythin' on earth that can be more tryin' than any kind of relative, I don't know what it is, but relatives by marriage comes first - easy.

If we all tried to make other people's paths easy, our own feet would have a smooth even place to walk on.

If we could only use other folks' experience, this here world would be heaven in about three generations, but we're so constructed that we never believe fire'll burn till we poke our own fingers into it to see. Other folks' scars don't go no ways at all toward convincin' us.

I had thought, in my blindness, that the great things were the easiest to do, but now I see that drudgery is an inseparable part of everything worth while, and the more worth while it is, the more drudgery is involved.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

In every life there is a perfect moment, like a flash of sun. We can shape our days by that, if we will - before by faith, and afterward by memory.

It all depends on the way you look at it. The point of view is everything in this world.

it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away.

it is bad manners to contradict a guest. You must never insult people in your own house - always go to theirs.

It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people's affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail.

It is possible for a spinster to be disappointed in lovers, but only the married are ever disappointed in love.

It saves trouble to be conventional, for you're not always explaining things.

It seems to take a lifetime for us to learn that wisdom consists largely in a graceful acceptance of things that do not immediately concern us.

I've always thought my flowers had souls.

Legislation may at times be disobeyed, but never law, for the breaking brings swift punishment of its own.

Lots of people think they're charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don't want.

Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.

Love is an orchid which thrives principally on hot air.

Making an issue of a little thing is one of the surest ways to spoil happiness.

Married and unmarried women waste a great deal of time in feeling sorry for each other.

Marriage is the cold potato of love.

May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends.

Money may not be your best friend, but it's the quickest to act, and seems to be favorably recognized in more places than most friends are.

... no matter how one's heart aches, one can do the necessary things and do them well.

Nothing in the world was ever built without a dream at the beginning.

Not infrequently, when a man asks a woman to marry him, he means that he wants her to help him love himself, and if, blinded by her own feeling, she takes him for her captain, her pleasure craft becomes a pirate ship, the colours change to a black flag with a sinister sign, and her inevitable destiny is the coral reef.

No woman need fear the effect of absence upon the man who honestly loves her. The needle of the compass, regardless of intervening seas, points forever toward the north. Pitiful indeed is she who fails to be a magnet and blindly becomes a chain.

Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.

One of the most interesting things in the world to me is the vast difference between what people say they are going to do, and what they actually do.