Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
Mary Roberts Rinehart[When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against distraction. I talk to people, move about, appear on the surface much as usual. But later on I have only a confused memory of what has happened during that period.
Mary Roberts RinehartGirls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.
Mary Roberts RinehartWhen a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.
Mary Roberts RinehartWar is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle. War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.
Mary Roberts Rinehart