Mary Webb

Saddle your dreams before you ride em. ↗

— Mary Webb

#dreams #our dreams #ride #saddle #you

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best. ↗

— Mary Webb

#best #comes #digest #digestion #give

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past. ↗

— Mary Webb

#become #glances #infinitely #invisible #murmurs

If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path. ↗

— Mary Webb

#kind #must #often #path #stop

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions. ↗

— Mary Webb

#her #music #nature #never #over

We are tomorrow's past. ↗

— Mary Webb

#tomorrow