In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.
Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.
She hates everything that is not what she longs for.
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.