Sleeping on it didn't make accepting it any easier. It seemed like a really bad dream.
She made him think of his mother, of his nurse, of all things kind and comforting, besides having the attraction of not being his mother or his nurse.
She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a ressurection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.
What a blessing it is to love books.
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.
If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind.
There's nothing so unreliable as figures, and everybody but a mathematician knows that. Figures lie right to your face.
I don't want to be viewed as a womaniser or whatever. I don't like going crazy crazy, I like having fun but it's nice to wake up in your own bed, isn't it?
Save the rainforest for your loved ones
The greatest faith is born in the hour of despair. When we can see no hope and no way out, then faith rises and brings the victory.