Katherine Mansfield

Could we change our attitude we should not only see life differently but life itself would come to be different. Life would undergo a change of appearance because we ourselves had undergone a change in attitude.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself in the face of difficulties.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. ... What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself in the face of difficulties.

I am treating you as my friend asking you to share my present minuses in the hope I can ask you to share my future pluses.

I always felt that the great high privilege relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

When we can begin to take our failures non-seriously it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them. It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them. It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.

Risk! Risk anything! ... Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself in the face of difficulties.

Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change. So suffering must become love. That is the mystery.

Query: Why am I so bitter against Life? And why do I see her as a rag-picker on the American cinema, shuffling along wrapped in a filthy shawl with her old claws crooked over a stick?Answer: The direct result of the American cinema acting upon a weak mind.

You have only to say one word and I would know your voice among all other voices. I don't know what it is - I've often wondered - that makes your voice such a - haunting memory. . . . Do you remember that first afternoon we spent together at Kew Gardens? You were so surprised because I did not know the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for all your telling me. But whenever it is very fine and warm, and I see some bright colours - it's awfully strange - I hear your voice saying : "Geranium, marigold and verbena." And I feel those three words are all I recall of some forgotten, heavenly language. . . .

The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

There were all her feelings for him, sharp and defined, one as true as the other. And there was the other, this hatred, just as real as the rest. She could have done her feelings up in little packets and given them to Stanley. She longed to hand him that last one, for a surprise. She could see his eyes as he opened that...

Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood.'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.