There! Ermengarde heard her say. Take it and go home, Melchisedec! Go home to your wife!Almost immediately Sara opened the door, and when she did so she found Ermengarde standing with alarmed eyes upo...
The youngest youngster vibrates with the shock of cannon firing, even though the sound may not be near enough to be heard, answered Coombe. We're all vibrating unconsciously. We are shuddering conscio...
That’s almost like telling lies, she said. And lies—well, you see, they are not only wicked—they’re vulgar.
So her heart was more drawn to him than before. When she was sent out at night she used sometimes to feel quite glad, because there was always a chance that the curtains of the house next door might n...
So are you,
She was a friendly creature, and lived a life so really isolated from any ordinary companionship that her simple little talks with Jane and Mrs. Cupp were a pleasure to her. The Cupps were neither gos...
She knew now why she had come up here. It was so that she might feel like this—as if she was upheld far away from things—as if she had left everything behind—almost as if she had fallen awake again. T...
She herself could not have explained the reasons for her silence;
Sara--who was only doing what she unconsciously liked better than anything else, Nature having made her for a giver--had not the least idea what she meant to poor Becky, and how wonderful a benefactor...
Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.
People never like me and I never like people, she thought. And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever.
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the te...
Might I, quavered Mary, might I have a bit of earth?
It’s just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!
It was a way of hers always to want to spring into any fray in which someone was made uncomfortable or unhappy.
It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.
If you are four you are four,
I'm lonely, she said. She had not known before that this was one of the things which made her feel sour and cross.
I Shall Live Forever—and Ever—and Ever! –