7 Quotes & Sayings By Rose Macaulay

Rose Macaulay was born in Sydney, Australia, where she still lives. Her first novel, The Towers of Trebizond, was published in 1953 to critical acclaim. She began writing poetry at the age of seven and studied English literature at the University of Sydney. She has published over forty books for children and young adults, including the popular Enchanted Forest series, which has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide Read more

Her most recent book is The Island of the Mighty.

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The ascendancy over men's minds of the ruins of the stupendous past, the past of history, legend and myth, at once factual and fantastic, stretching back and back into ages that can but be surmised, is half-mystical in basis. The intoxication, at once so heady and so devout, is not the romantic melancholy engendered by broken towers and mouldered stones; it is the soaring of the imagination into the high empyrean where huge episodes are tangled with myths and dreams; it is the stunning impact of world history on its amazed heirs. Rose Macaulay
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We may say that all ages are dangerous to all people, in this dangerous life we live. But the thirties are a specially dangerous time for women. They have outlived the shyness and restraints of girlhood, and not attained to the caution and discretion of middle age. They are reckless, and consciously or unconsciously on the lookout for adventure. They see ahead of them the end of youth, and that quickens their pace. Rose Macaulay
3
So they left the subject and played croquet, which is a very good game for people who are annoyed with one another, giving many opportunities for venting rancor. Rose Macaulay
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Nothing perhaps is strange once you have accepted life itself the great strange business which includes all lesser strangeness. Rose Macaulay
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Women have one great advantage over men. It is commonly thought that if they marry they have done enough and need career no further. If a man marries on the other hand public opinion is all against him if he takes this view. Rose Macaulay
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Life is one long struggle to disinter oneself to keep one's head above the accumulations the ever deepening layers of objects ... which attempt to cover one over steadily almost irresistibly like falling snow. Rose Macaulay