71 Quotes by Maud Hart Lovelace

Isn’t it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.

Muster your wits: stand in your own defense.

A house with nothing old in it seems – unseasoned.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

I’m finished with something, but I’m not beginning anything. That’s wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they’re going to ask you to something or other. It’s a strain.

Sometimes the west showed clouds like tiny pink feathers; sometimes it showed purple mountains and green lakes; sometimes the clouds were scarlet with gold around the edges. Betsy.

Why do you have to study together?” Mr. Ray asked. “When I was a boy we didn’t study in droves. And what help is all the fudge?” “Nourishment, Papa, nourishment,” Betsy explained. “We need strength.