Mary Webb was an English novelist and poet, born in 1881, renowned for her evocative depictions of rural life in Shropshire. Her novels, including "Precious Bane" and "Gone to Earth," often explore themes of nature, mysticism, and human emotion. Webb's work, celebrated for its lyrical prose and rich characterizations, gained wider recognition posthumously, influencing the rural fiction genre and earning admiration from contemporary authors like John Buchan.
The heart has its own language. I know not how to speak, save in love's tongue.
The world is full of love that most folk never find.
Beauty's a thing as bright and fierce as a red flower, but it's not a thing you can trust. It won't last.
A man can look a woman in the face and if he's a mind to he can see the beauty of her soul shining out through her eyes.
There's a sort of anger that comes over a man when he's tired of being hurt and deceived.
There's a kind of feeling a woman has when she knows she's the only one as can bring comfort to a certain man.
Life's a queer business, and there's no accounting for folks' ways.
It's a poor heart that can't laugh at its own misfortunes.
Some things can't be spoke in words. They got to be felt and knowed.
There's naught so cruel as a woman when she's angered.
Sometimes a man can't see the beauty in a thing till it's touched him in the heart.
There's a queer feeling comes over a woman when she knows she's being loved.