RACHEL FIELD

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.

Isn’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when you’re with some other ones It’s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.

It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

Isn’t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when you’re with some other ones It’s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!

No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.