Rachel Field Quotations

Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, "frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly- Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.

Isn’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when you’re with some other ones It’s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!

There was no reality to pain when it left one, though while it held one fast all other realities faded.