My time with my family is a priority.
I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.
a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter?
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.
the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!
How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.
Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.