“ After all, you couldn't go through life rolling your friendships into one gigantic snowball. You wanted different kinds of friendships, with different kinds of people. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ We're growing up," Betsy said aloud. She wasn't even sure she liked it. But it happened, and then it wasn't irrevocable. There was nothing you could do about it except try and see that you grew up int… Maud Hart Lovelace
“ The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a talker. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ We're growing up and I don't like it," said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ You don't grow up, she reasoned now, until you begin to evaluate yourself, to recognize your good traits and acknowledge that you have a few faults. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ The older I get the more mixed up life seems. When you're little, it's all so plain. It's all laid out like a game ready to play. You think you know exactly how it's going to go. But things happen... Maud Hart Lovelace
“ They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Betsy dreamed about going away from Deep Valley, but she didn't for a moment suspect that around a bend in her Winding Hall of Fate a journey was actually waiting. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn,' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with… Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Our lives can hold just so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to do a lot of thinking about what we want to fill them with. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ The most important part of religion isn't in any church. It's down in your own heart. Religion is in your thoughts, and in the way you act from day to day, in the way you treat other people. It's hone… Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Thoughts are such fleet magic things. Betsy's thoughts swept a wide arc while Uncle Keith read her poem aloud. She thought of Julia learning to sing with Mrs. Poppy. She thought of Tib learning to dan… Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Betsy liked to read her stories aloud and she read them like an actress. She made her voice low and thrillingly deep. She made it shake with emotion. She laughed mockingly and sobbed wildly when the o… Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again. Maud Hart Lovelace
“ Well, Betsy," he said, "your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith's trunk for a desk. That's fine. You need a desk. I've often noticed how much you like to write. The way you eat up t… Maud Hart Lovelace
