Quotes from Zane Grey

Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

When I envied a man's spurs then they were indeed worth coveting.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

I hate birthdays.

I need this wild life, this freedom.

Recipe For Greatness - To bear up under loss; To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief; To be victor over anger; To smile when tears are close; To resist disease and evil men and base instincts; To hate hate and to love love; To go on when it would seen good to die; To look up with unquenchable faith in something ever more about to be. That is what any man can do, and be great.

Instinct may not be greater than reason, but it's a million years older. Don't fight your instincts so hard. If they were not good the God of Creation would not have given them to you.

Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.

But what can women do in times of war? They help, they cheer, they inspire, and if their cause is lost they must accept death or worse. Few women have the courage for self-destruction. "To the victor belong the spoils," and women have ever been the spoils of war.

I knew you"d never be American enough to help me reconstruct my life.

The narrator finds that as a maturing character grows in stature before her friends that she sees less stature while evaluating herself.

When I envied a man's spurs then they were indeed worth coveting.

Unhappiness is only a change. Happiness itself is only change. So what does it matter? The great thing is to see life--to understand--to feel--to work--to fight--to endure.

Pride would never be her ally.

You and I will never live to see the day that women recover their balance.

I am waiting to plunge down, to shatter and crash, roar and boom, to bury your trail, and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass!

Like an arrow sprung from a bow Betty flashed past the Colonel and out on the green. Scarcely ten of the long hundred yards had been covered by her flying feet when a roar of angry shouts and yells warned Betty that the keen-eyed savages saw the bag of powder and now knew they had been deceived by a girl.

Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things. She felt them. And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm to still the tumult of her, to sooth and rest, to create thought she had never thought before. Rest was more than selfish indulgence. Loneliness was necessary to gain conciseness of the soul.

Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.