Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.
Maud Hart LovelaceI'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.
Maud Hart LovelaceWe'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.
Maud Hart LovelaceAnd yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories.
Maud Hart Lovelace