There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThere is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLI’ll make me a nice comfortable garment to shut out the heat and the cold,’ and then it ends by becoming a strait-jacket.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLA man who could not accept it and try again was not of the stuff of which leaders are made.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULL[On religion:] Wasn’t it invented by man for a kind of solace? It’s as though he had said,
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLBurning logs can carry on quite a conversation!
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLI have savored to the full all the small, daily joys. The bright sunshine on the breakfast table; the smell of the air at dusk; the sound of the clock ticking; the light rains that start gently after midnight; the hour when the family come home.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLDogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLSpring, summer, autumn, or winter. I wish I had failed as little in other ways.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLHave you ever heard apple wood talking? It’s the most loquacious of all. You really can’t get a word in edgeways.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLYou can put city polish on a man, but by golly, it seems you can’t ever rub it off him.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLthe human soul, by once suffering as much as it is capable of, purchases a strange and terrible immunity to all the rest of life’s sorrows.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThe idea of perfection always gives one a chance to talk without knowing facts.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLDo you know that the tendrils of graft and corruption have become mighty interlacing roots so that even men who would like to be honest are tripped and trapped by them?
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLSunday-evening tea before the fire! I have never missed one moment of beauty, not even taken it for granted.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLYou must learn to drink the cup of life as it comes … without stirring it up from the bottom. That’s where the bitter dregs are!
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThere is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULL