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Mary Webb
English
Novelist
About the author
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
#Dreams
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
#Past
#Present
#Tomorrow
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
#Nature
#Music
If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
We are tomorrow's past.
Mary Webb,
English
Novelist
#Past
#Tomorrow