“Our lives can hold just so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to… — Maud Hart Lovelace 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
“Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it… — Maud Hart Lovelace Conversation 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 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 Copy Share Image
You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I… — Maud Hart Lovelace 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
“This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box… — Maud Hart Lovelace Personal space Copy Share Image
Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn,' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in… — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun.” — Maud Hart Lovelace Childhood Copy Share Image
“That's the way you have to be with boys," said Betsy. "Beam about their old football when you're dying to know whether… — Maud Hart Lovelace Boys Copy Share Image
She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns… — Maud Hart Lovelace Bliss Copy Share Image
