…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.
Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of broken hearts.
That was all I wanted! whispered Polly, in a tone which caused him to feel that the race of angels was not entirely extinct.
Men are always ready to die for us, but not to make our lives worth having. Cheap sentiment and bad logic.
I hate ordinary people!
I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me…
I ask not for any crownBut that which all may win
…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…
…feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.
When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least…
Tired of my own company, I suppose, now I've seen so much better.
It is apt to be so, and it is hard to bear; for, though we do not want trumpets blown, we do like to have out little virtues appreciated, and cannot help feeling disappointed if they are not.
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.
…nothing seemed impossible in the beginning…
…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.
…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.
…courage and devotion always stir generous hearts, and win admiration…
…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing.
The emerging woman ... will be strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied...strength and beauty must go together.