We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.

And always, there was the magic of learning things.

All my life I've been lonely. I've been lonely at crowded parties. I've been lonely in the middle of kissing a girl and I've been lonely at camp with hundreds of fellows around. But now I'm not lonely any more.

Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.

Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.

She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking - was aching - was dancing -was heavy laden - that leaped for joy - that was heavy in sorrow - that turned over - that stood still. She really believed the heart actually did those things.

A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.