Best 6 quotes of Nancy Byrd Turner on MyQuotes

Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, the light lies still; Very weary and willing feet Go over that sill. There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only an old door In a garden wall.

Easter's nearly here, now - Sing, world, sing!

Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums.

The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.

Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you!

The trouble is, we are incurable sentimentalists. We insist on makin over historical characters to suit our preconceived notions of what they should be, chipping, sandpapering, and polishing each personality until it assumes what we consider the proper contour and color.