Quotes by Elizabeth Enright

About Elizabeth Enright:

Elizabeth Enright was an American writer of children's books, an illustrator, writer of short stories for adults, literary critic and teacher of creative writing. Perhaps best known as the Newbery Medal-winning author of Thimble Summer, (1938), and the Newbery Honor book Gone-Away Lake (1957), she also authored the popular Melendy Quartet series. A multiple winner of the O. Henry Award, (named for iconic short story writer O. Henry, 1862-1910), her short stories and articles for adults appeared in many popular magazines and have been reprinted in anthologies and textbooks.
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I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves idling down the air, two or three at a time, warblers twittering and glittering in every...

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Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his bel...

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Self-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do not know! I cannot fathom.

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All over the city lights were coming on in the purple-blue dusk. The street lights looked delicate and frail, as though they might suddenly float away from their lampposts like balloons. Long twirling ribbons of light, red, green, violet, were festoo...

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The summer,' Randy explained. 'I'm going to appreciate it. I'm going to walk in the woods noticing everything, and ride my bike on all the roads I never explored. I'm going to fill a pillow with ladies' tobacco so I can smell it in January and rememb...

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He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.

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Already he knew that to overdo a thing is to destroy it.

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Never plan a picnic' Father said. 'Plan a dinner, yes, or a house, or a budget, or an appointment with the dentist, but never, never plan a picnic.

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By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner's sugar...there was white fur on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce.

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Author Bio

  • NameElizabeth Enright
  • Descriptionchildren's literature writer, illustrator,
  • BornSeptember 17, 1909
  • DiedJune 8, 1968
  • ProfessionWriter
  • WorksThimble Summer; Gone-Away Lake