9 Quotes & Sayings By L V Hall

L V HALL was born in 1874 and died in 1946. She had a long and prolific career as a writer of over two hundred books, most of them women's fiction novels. L V HALL was a prolific novelist who wrote a wide range of books, from her first published novel for children in 1894 to the last in 1947. L V HALL wrote over 200 novels, many of which were bestsellers Read more

Her books have been translated into many languages and have been produced for television and radio. L V HALL was the author of more than thirty best-selling novels, all of which were published by George Newnes Ltd., London, between 1896 and her death in 1946. Most of the novels she wrote from 1896 to 1919 were for young people, including The Secret Garden (1902), The Little White Horse (1905), Westward Ho! (1910), Boy's Own Book of Adventure (1916), Boy's Book of Science (1917), Boy's Book of Nature (1917), Boy's Book of Sports (1917), Boy's Book of Heroes (1917), Boy's Book of Poetry (1918), Boy's Book of Poems (1920) and The Red Lodge Camping Camp (1920).

In the middle years L V HALL began to write books for girls under the pseudonym "L.V. Hall," beginning with The Secret Valley (1915) and ending with Dark Holidays: Witchcraft and Sorcery Stories for Girls (1927). In 1919 L V HALL published a series entitled "The Girls' Library" under the pseudonym "L.V.

Hall." There were ten volumes, each one being a collection of stories about girls doing things—playing tennis, going to dances, getting engaged—that boys did as well as girls might do them. In 1926 L V HALL published her last novel as "L.V. Hall." It was called The Wingless Victory: A Novel about Flying Machines which seems to have been written specifically for children, but also has themes that could appeal to teenagers as well as to younger readers.

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Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart? Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue...is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved? L V HALL
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If you Fear, your Heart will decay L V HALL
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You wore my watch then claimed it as your own, twisting its chain slowly, hovered over the blaze of my torment. You would yell endless regrets across the dance Hall of echoes. So many echoes from a source that swayed smiling…id throw u over & over but you were the yoyo that’s loop strapped itself to the bones of my finger, layers so deep it would take more than a cut to untie your deceit. Lips bitter but your touch soothing & sweet. My heart would palpitate the moment your presence crept through the walls of my flesh; you held tight the gasps of breath keeping my chest strained with the pressures of your high demands. Not a single thing was enough, you needed me fragmented… . L V HALL
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Down unlit , unmarked & forgotten roads of REASON & PURPOSE L V HALL
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& may you shine on in the sky with diamonds & dreams...do it for the suit behind the platform, who only wished he were free.have strength in freedom. L V HALL
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Tapping While Peeling, Back These Masks Stained With Stars…This Ashtrays My Heart, Colored In Filters Sucked Dry From The High, The Lipsticked & Famous, The Lovers The Haters, The Bent Or Those Who Live In The Cage…With Vision Sealed Tight Denying All Light...Left Only With Assumption From A Judge In Sleep State... L V HALL
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Last night i dreamt AGAIN of a chaotic world, a lawless world..a world that was wounded with bullet holes, shattered glass & screams behind explosives harsh soundmy dreams, for some time now..so filled with shattered glass.just shattered glass. in a shattered world. L V HALL
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Writing, it's Feeling. spontaneous urges touching upon each of the senses the moment the pen magnetises into fingertips spilling out currents of words in panicked ink splatters, unmanaged, unfiltered & channeled.wept out, breath subtle, surrounded by empty sound. static brush, while wrist sweeps across lanes, crossing lines, giving in, its desperation, its surrender, where its heading, where its been. L V HALL