I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“Small wonder that love would break under circumstances like these. Standing there in the soddie door, she seemed two personalities. One argued… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime. — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
For though love has been ridiculed and disgraced, exchanged and bartered, dragged through the courts, and sold for thirty pieces of silver,… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“And of course, everybody thinks it's just like it used to be when the Indians jazzed around and played 'You're it' with arrows.” — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
You have to dream things out. It keeps a kind of an ideal before you. You see it first in your mind and then… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
A person may encircle the globe with mind open only to bodily comfort. Another may live his life on a sixty-foot lot and listen… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“Hair, to Tillie, meant nothing by way of being a woman's crowning glory. It was merely, as the dictionary so ably states, small horny,… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“...Uncle Harry Wentworth's dollar was turned deep under the sod. But though the sun shone on it and the rain fell, nothing ever came… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth. — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
They are the most painful tears in the world ... the tears of the aged ... for they come from dried beds where the… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“I've tried to keep pleasant," Mabel went on. "You don't know how I've tried. I have that verse pinned up on my dresser, about… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
