I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
I like seeing people when they can't see me.
The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.
At least we're companions in misfortune
While I have been writing I have lived in the past, the light of it has been all around me...
When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing a book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it.
We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but...
Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?
There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will lov...
Prayer's a very tricky business.
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
People's clothes ought to be buried with them.
Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Oh, wise young judge.
Mr. Dearly wasn't exactly handsome but he had the kind of face you don't get tired of.
It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts...
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.
I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off f...