Maud Hart Lovelace Quotes

Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a talker.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

But perhaps people who liked to write aways made lists! Just for the fun of it.

We're growing up and I don't like it," said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.

You don't grow up, she reasoned now, until you begin to evaluate yourself, to recognize your good traits and acknowledge that you have a few faults.

The older I get the more mixed up life seems. When you're little, it's all so plain. It's all laid out like a game ready to play. You think you know exactly how it's going to go. But things happen...

We're growing up," Betsy said aloud. She wasn't even sure she liked it. But it happened, and then it wasn't irrevocable. There was nothing you could do about it except try and see that you grew up into the kind of human being you wanted to be. "I'd like to be a fine one," Betsy thought quickly and urgently.