Her time has come, answered Miss Lizzie. That's why I didn't marry Harvey - long ago when he asked me. I was afraid of 'that'. So afraid. I don't know, Miss Lizzie said. Sometimes I think it's better...
Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.
The 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 believe. Then when the world becomes...
Look at everything as though you were seeing it either first time or last time.
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
It was one of the links between the ground-down poor and the wasteful rich. The girl felt that even if she had less than anybody in Williamsburg, somehow she had more. She was richer because she had s...
Dear God, she prayed, let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
A woman's hair is her mystery.
They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.
Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Sunday...
Why? When I, myself do not believe?Because,explained Mary Rommely simply, the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that...
She got herself widowed, divorced, married, and pregnant – all in ten days’ time.
Everything struggles to live.
There had to be the dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background its flashing glory.
He was a baby once. He must have been sweet and clean and his mother kissed his little pink toes. Maybe when it thundered at night she came to his crib and fixed his blanket better and whispered that...
But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every si...
There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.
…the fabric of family, the limits of love, the loss of innocence and the birth of knowledge.
The Nolan's just could't get enough of life. They lived their own lives up to the hilt but that wasn't enough. They had to fill in on the lives of all the people they made contact with.