Maud Hart Lovelace Quotes

Maud Hart Lovelace Quotes

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.

She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile could not be restrained, and it spread from her tightly pressed mouth, to her round cheeks, almost to the hair ribbons tied in perky bows over her ears.

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

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

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

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 occasion required.

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

New things are easier to do than old familiar things when there's going to be a change," Betsy decided profoundly.

I've got to stop thinking about myself so much-about how I look, how I'm impressing someone, whether I'm popular or not. I've got to start thinking about other people, all the people I meet.

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