“ People coming to the Schauspielhaus lowered their umbrellas at the entrance and scooted in out of the drizzle; people coming out of the Schauspielhaus raised their umbrellas and slopped away through the universal damp and spatters.All of which but served to deepen the already deep melancholy and ennui of Rosina, who leaned in her window across the way, staring upon the outer world with an infinite sense of its pitiful inadequacy to meet her present wishes, and a most profound regret that her cousin had ever crossed the ocean on her account. ”
Anne Warner
Biographical details
Anne Richmond Warner French (1869–1913), an American author celebrated for her humorous local color stories, crafted vivid narratives centered on characters like Susan Clegg, a gossip-obsessed woman who recounts tales to her drowsy friend Mrs. Lathrop. Her works, including A Woman’s Will and The Rejuvenation of Aunt Mary, explore social dynamics, romantic entanglements, and familial tensions, often set against European backdrops.
Born in Minnesota and later residing in France and Germany, Warner’s transatlantic experiences infused her fiction with cultural nuance, while her prolific output—spanning over two dozen novels—reflects a keen interest in human folly and emotional complexity. Her legacy endures through the timeless charm of her characters and the wit that permeates her storytelling.
Quotes by Anne Warner
Anne Warner, In a Mysterious Way
“ Lassie lifted up her head. "How do you mean?""There are two Lassies to me, dear,—the pretty, sweet-looking girl, and the Lassie who loves me. Most people confuse the two, and think them one and the same; I don't. No matter what happened to you, the Lassie whom I love could never alter—she is unchangeable. She is not subject to change; she doesn't belong to this world; she cannot die. And just as I feel about you, I feel about everybody. What I can see and touch in those I love is what I love least in them.""Oh, Alva!" it was like a little moan—the girl's voice. ”
“ It will be a mercy to us all. He isn't strong enough to stand it, you know. Take him away, at least."Kneedrock hunched his great shoulders. "The weakling!" It was as if the word were an oath. "And you! Weaker still, yet filled to the brim with the very devil.""I know I'm bad," she said, in the simplest possible way. "But it's not my fault, Hal. It's the spoiled joy that was never allowed. I'm all for love, and I've never had it. That's all.""Love!" he sneered with bitterest contempt. "What rot for you to speak of love! Poor Darling, with his brains blown out! ”
