In seventh grade, false feelings and false faces are the rule.
So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.
I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.
Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.
The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently. . . . There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.
The evenings grew longer; kitchen windows stayed open after dinner and peepers could be heard in the marsh. Isabelle, stepping out to sweep her porch steps, felt absolutely certain that some wonderful change was arriving in her life. The strength of this belief was puzzling; what she was feeling, she decided, was really the presence of God.
This is an extraordinary achievement, nearly nine years in the making.
Protect the downside. Worry about the margin of safety.
I've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. Lived it and I'm still here to talk about it and help someone else if I can.