She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose].

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

And so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

I want to live like music sounds."- Ruth

The sisters worked from dawn to dusk. One of them was an idiot; she started shaving her legs and marrying tax inspectors, so she was no good.

She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good.

For an instant she felt his touch on her cheek then he stepped back. There that was my ration for all eternity. People have died for less I dare say.

But she had to know words. She had to know everything.

Life is the byproduct of our thoughts. To make life better—think better.

Lord, I pray that you will let my talent bring JOY and BEAUTY to a world that sometimes is dark and discouraging.

Owe no man anything.

Great emergencies and crises show us how much greater our vital resources are than we had supposed.

If we value all readers, we must value all reading.

I find the name of Jesus Christ written on the top of every page of modern history.

Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.

I'm a worst-case scenario person. I'm only interested in a story because I kind of go, like a magnet, to the worst thing that can happen.

An awful lot of people keep a stock too long because it gives them warm fuzzies – particularly when a contrarian stance has been vindicated. If they sell it, they lose bragging rights.

I had to bite back a laugh. "Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect." Chapter 12, pg 213