They were steaming out of the station before Maia asked, ‘Was it books in the trunk?”It was books, admitted Miss Minton.And Maia said, ‘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…
When you’re sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It’s always better underneath the open sky.
There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.
There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.
After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn’t be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.
For whether a place is a heaven or a hell rests in yourself, and those who go with courage may find themselves in paradise.
One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one’s one,’ said Aunt Hilda
You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
He was just drifting off to sleep when it occurred to him that perhaps the dog was not so ordinary after all. Perhaps he was someone the ogre had changed, and Ivo was going to spend the night hugging a headmaster or a tax inspector
Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.
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.