People were always saying to Margaret, 'Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?' Margaret would… — Maud Hart Lovelace Eye Copy Share Image
And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live.… — Maud Hart Lovelace Cottages Copy Share Image
“The older I get the more mixed up life seems. When you're little, it's all so plain. It's all laid out like… — Maud Hart Lovelace Betsy-tacy Copy Share Image
She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile… — Maud Hart Lovelace Betrayed Copy Share Image
In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God. — Maud Hart Lovelace Silence Copy Share Image
“I've got to stop thinking about myself so much--about how I look, how I'm impressing someone, whether I'm popular or not. I've… — Maud Hart Lovelace People Copy Share Image
“We're growing up and I don't like it," said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Betsy-tacy Copy Share Image
“New things are easier to do than old familiar things when there's going to be a change," Betsy decided profoundly.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Betsy-tacy Copy Share Image
“What would life be like without her writing? Writing filled her life with beauty and mystery, gave it life...and promise.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Beauty Copy Share Image
“Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Happiness Copy Share Image
You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up. — Maud Hart Lovelace Age Copy Share Image
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. — Maud Hart Lovelace Flowers Copy Share Image
One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star — Maud Hart Lovelace Childhood Copy Share Image
“All those resolutions she had made on Babcock's bay! How they had been smashed to smithereens! She wondered whether life consisted of… — Maud Hart Lovelace Bright side Copy Share Image
Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect. — Maud Hart Lovelace Good thing Copy Share Image
“Betsy liked to read her stories aloud and she read them like an actress. She made her voice low and thrillingly deep.… — Maud Hart Lovelace Actress Copy Share Image
“Betsy did not answer. She was a talker, her family always said, but sometimes when she most wanted to talk she couldn't… — Maud Hart Lovelace Family Copy Share Image
“Sam!” cried Carney. “I’m afraid I lost the flashlight, but…” That was all she said for Sam took her in his arms.… — Maud Hart Lovelace Maud-hart-lovelace Copy Share Image
“We're growing up," Betsy said aloud. She wasn't even sure she liked it. But it happened, and then it was irrevocable. There… — maud hart lovelace Copy Share Image
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. — Maud Hart Lovelace Something new Copy Share Image
The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. — Maud Hart Lovelace Hills Copy Share Image
We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la. — Maud Hart Lovelace Flower Copy Share Image
“Well, Betsy," he said, "your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith's trunk for a desk. That's fine.… — Maud Hart Lovelace Author Copy Share Image
“Carney was hatless and gloveless, wearing her pink linen. Sam looked at her more than once. “its just because he likes pink,”… — Maud Hart Lovelace Maud-hart-lovelace Copy Share Image
“It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Evening Copy Share Image
