Wissen Sie, was das für ein Segen ist, die Werke eines Dichters zu lesen, seinen Geist zu kennen, das Beste an ihm, und dabei so entfernt von seiner Heimat, seiner Lebensgeschichte oder seinen Briefen...
Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, -- it brings before me...
What fun it all was, she thought, and how entirely new and delicious being taken care of as though she were a thing that mattered, a precious thing!
Un'amicizia incapace di aiutare potrebbe benissimo fare a meno di esistere.
To think that you dared—to think that my—my noble boy—He wasn't very noble. Mothers don't ever really know their sons, I think.Shameless girl! cried Mrs. Morrison, so loud, so completely beside hersel...
Thoreau has been my companion for some days past, it having struck me asmore appropriate to bring him out to a pond than to read him, as washitherto my habit, on Sunday mornings in the garden. He is a...
This was the simple happiness of complete harmony with her surroundings, the happiness that asks for nothing, that just accepts, just breathes, just is.
There is nothing so absolutely bracing for the soul as the frequent turning of one's back on duties.
I dosincerely trust that the benediction that is alwaysawaiting me in my garden may by degrees be moredeserved, and that I may grow in grace, and
Beauty made you love, love made you beautiful....She pulled her wrap closer round her with a gesture of defence, of keeping out and off. She didn't want to grow sentimental. Difficult not to, here; th...
And there they were, arrived; and it was San Salvatore; and their suit-cases were waiting for them; and they had not been murdered.
A wet day and indoors: that was the time and place to tell him. Of course if he became very silly she would tell him instantly; but as long as he wasn’t—and how could he be in an open taxi?—as long as...
All forms of needlework of the fancy order are inventions of the evil one for keeping the foolish from applying their hearts to wisdom.
Can never see two people contradicting each other without feeling wretched. Why contradict? Why argue at all? Only one’s Best-Beloved, one’s Closest and Most Understanding should be contradicted and a...
The very feel of her hand, even through its glove, was reassuring; it was the sort of hand, he thought, that children would like to hold in the dark.
She was little altogether; a little thing, in a little hat which she never had to take off because hardly ever was there anybody behind her, and, anyhow, even in a big hat she was not of the size that...
She herself had certainly never been more alive. She felt electric. She would not have been surprised if sparks had come crackling out of the tips of her sober gloves.
Penso che un peccatore debba peccare con allegria, oppure non peccare affatto. [...] E' ben misero chi pecca dispiacendosene.
Oh, delight, delight to think one didn't die this time, that one isn't going to die this time after all, but is going to get better, going to live, going presently to be quite well again and able to g...
I know, from the results, that this was so. More acquaintances wrote touching letters, saying how much they longed for air that was pure, how much they envied me mine, and how wretched it was to be so...