Soldiers don't complain...I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.

Her affection for everything she could love increased.

Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.

Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

Whatever comes cannot alter one thing.

Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.