Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!
When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.
It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.
Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.
I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.