Maud Hart Lovelace Quotes

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe.

I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W.

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.

I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.

Do you girls have hope chests?' Lloyd asked. We certainly do.' I don't,' said Betsy. 'My husband and I are going to use paper plates and napkins.' Poor Joe!' Lucky Larry!

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.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound, "' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

But perhaps people who liked to write aways made lists! Just for the fun of it.

We're growing up and I don't like it, " said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.

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.

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...

They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.