You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up. Maud Hart Lovelace More Quotes by Maud Hart Lovelace More Quotes From Maud Hart Lovelace It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. Maud Hart Lovelace sunshinejunesummer People were always saying to Margaret, 'Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?' Margaret would smile politely, for she was very polite, but privately she stormed to Betsy with flashing eyes, 'I'm not going to do anything. I want to just live. Can't people just live? Maud Hart Lovelace eyewritinglife You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say. Maud Hart Lovelace mighttwopeople Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again. Maud Hart Lovelace coatsbookworld 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. Maud Hart Lovelace libraryearshair In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God. Maud Hart Lovelace sunsetthreesilence One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star Maud Hart Lovelace sadnessstarslonely 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. Maud Hart Lovelace pageswritingrunning Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect. Maud Hart Lovelace twistsgood-thingsperfect 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. Maud Hart Lovelace cornrayssaid The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. Maud Hart Lovelace wastestarssnow 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? Maud Hart Lovelace foundgameswanted Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe. Maud Hart Lovelace pleasehomewar The most important part of religion isn't in any church. It's down in your own heart. Religion is in your thoughts, and in the way you act from day to day, in the way you treat other people. It's honesty, and unselfishness, and kindness. Especially kindness. Maud Hart Lovelace honestykindnessheart 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! Maud Hart Lovelace luckyhusbandgirl 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. Maud Hart Lovelace finishedoughtsomething-new Then he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing. Maud Hart Lovelace sillymeanbelieve We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la. Maud Hart Lovelace flowerspring The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance. Maud Hart Lovelace substancedepthsilence 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. Maud Hart Lovelace girlworryboys
