Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.
Gladys TaberWhen Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.
Gladys TaberHappiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.
Gladys Taber