Anne Shannon Monroe
For loneliness is but cutting adrift from our moorings and floating out to the open sea; an opportunity for finding ourselves, our real selves, what we are about, where we are heading during our little time on this beautiful earth.
I have never been much cheered by the "stenciled smile," the false front, the pretending that there was no trouble when trouble stalked, that there was no death when Death laid his cold hand upon one dearer to us than life; but I have been tremendously cheered by the brave front; the imagination that could travel past the trouble and see that there were still joys in the world.
Snags alone are not so dangerous--it's the debris that clings to them that makes the trouble.
American Women Writers
Memorable Quotations: American Women Writers of the Past
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