…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

... we always love best the people who need us.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.