The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.
Martha OstensoIt's remarkable - most remarkable, the way these people manage, from time to time, a tragedy or a near-tragedy to break the even tenor of their ways,' said Mr. Tingley, in a tone of half-humorous superiority, by which he considered that he distinguished himself, subtly and inoffensively, from 'these people.
Martha OstensoThe past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion.
Martha OstensoThe snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life.
Martha Ostenso