Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.
"More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.
youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed.
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.