Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.
I am not young enough to know everything.
You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.
Just always be waiting for me.
He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.