Maud Hart Lovelace Professions : Author Born : April 25, 1892 Died : March 11, 1980 Browse All Authors Top 24 quotes by 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 sunshine june summer 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 eye writing life 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 might two people Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again. Maud Hart Lovelace coats book world 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 library ears hair In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God. Maud Hart Lovelace sunset three silence One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star Maud Hart Lovelace sadness stars lonely 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 pages writing running Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect. Maud Hart Lovelace twists good-things perfect 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 corn rays said The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. Maud Hart Lovelace waste stars snow 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 found games wanted Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe. Maud Hart Lovelace please home war 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 honesty kindness heart 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 lucky husband girl 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 finished ought something-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 silly mean believe You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up. Maud Hart Lovelace growing-up numbers two We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la. Maud Hart Lovelace flower spring The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance. Maud Hart Lovelace substance depth silence Similar Authors F. E. Marsh author Iimani David author Beatrice Faust author Isabella Macdonald Alden author Isabella Beeton author Alan AtKisson author All Authors
