In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.
I don't need to drink to get drunk. I can get drunk on things like the tulip---and this night.
Growing up ruins everything
Francie thought that all the books in the world were in that library and she had a plan about reading all the books in the world. She was reading a book a day in alphabetical order and not skipping th...
Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet....
Francie is smart, she thought. She must go to high school and maybe beyond that. She's a learner and she'll be somebody someday. But when she's educated, she will grow away from me. Why, she's growing...
Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.
Flossie was always running after men and they were always running away from her. Francie's Aunt Sissy ran after men, too. But somehow they ran to meet her halfway.
Eyes changed after they looked at new things.
Do you hear that, Francie? You're in college! 'oh gosh, I feel sick.
But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived!It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
Before you die, you must own a bit of land—maybe with a house on it that your child or your children may inherit. Katie laughed. Me own land? A house? We’re lucky if we can pay our rent.
Arriving at the store, she walked up and down the aisles handling any object her fancy favored. What a wonderful feeling to pick something up, hold it for a moment, feel its contour, run her hand over...
A small child has little idea of the future. Next week is as far ahead as his future stretches and the year between Christmas and Christmas again is an eternity.
She read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy..
[t]he child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she . She must start out by believing...
What must I do, Mother, what must I do to make a different world for her? How do I start? The secret lies in the reading and the writing. You are able to read. Every day you must read one page from so...
We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.
Was that a bad lady, Papa? she asked eagerly.No.But she looked bad.There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.
Was that a bad lady, Papa? Francis asked eagerly.No.But she looked bad.There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people who are unlucky.