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Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

  • Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with Love. I am talent and I do not rhyme with man.

  • [They] were husband and wife, but did not care much about it, having been married, very evidently, in some gorgeously ornate silver-plated emotion that they had mistaken at the time for the 'sterling' article.

  • One was a Cartoon Artist with a heart like chiffon and a wit as accidentally malicious as the jab of a pin in a flirt's belt.

  • Oh any sentimental person can cry at night, but when you begin to cry in the morning — to lie awake and cry in the morning — ...

  • Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.

  • Sam was perfectly great for Truth. He could tell more Great Black Truths in one day than there were thunder-clouds in the whole hot summer sky. This quality made Sam just a little bit dangerous in a crowd. He was always and forever shooting people with Truths that he didn't know were loaded.

  • Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

  • The week's ocean voyage went by like a year. The silly waves dragged on the steamer like a tired child on the skirts of its mother. Haste raged in your veins like a fever. You wanted to throw all the fat, heavy passengers overboard. You wanted to swim ahead with a towing rope in your teeth. You wanted to kill the Captain when he stuttered. You wanted to flay the cook for serving an extra course for dinner.

  • 'Men ain't exactly — people,' she confided. 'Men ain't exactly people — at all!'

  • The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.

  • Sorrow in the tongue will talk itself cured, if you give it a chance; but sorrow in the eyes has a wicked, wicked way now and then of leaking into the brain.

    • Eleanor Hallowell Abbott,
    • "The Amateur Lover," The Sick-A-Bed Lady ()
  • I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the point where his original desire has reached such astounding proportions that the original object can no longer possibly appease it.

  • ... the time to grant anybody a favor is the day the favor is asked, for that day is the one psychological moment of the world when supply and demand are keyed exacty to each other's limits, and can be mated beatifically to grow old, or die young, together. But after that day — !

  • ... lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott, U.S. writer

(1872 - 1958)

She was also known as Mrs. Fordyce Coburn.