During much of my life, I was anxious to be what someone else wanted me to be. Now I have given up that struggle. I am what I am.
Elizabeth Jane CoatsworthI saw the lovely arch Of rainbow span the sky, The gold sun burning As the rain swept by.
Elizabeth Jane CoatsworthI say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person's life if one would only be sensitive to it. but Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one must have a whole beauty with man living in relation to it to have a rich civilization and art. . . . Is it because I am a woman that I accept what crumbs I may have, accept the hot-dog stands and amusement parks if I must, if the blue is bright beyond them and the sunset flushes the breasts of sea birds?
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth