It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.