Quotes from Maud Hart Lovelace

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.

Did he know that she was so dissatisfied with herself that she was always pretending to be different? Probably he did, and despised her for it. More than anyone she knew, Joe Willard was always, fearlessly, himself.

Muster your wits: stand in your own defense.

New things are easier to do than old familiar things when there's going to be a change, Betsy decided profoundly.

We're growing up and I don't like it, said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.

But perhaps people who liked to write aways made lists! Just for the fun of it.

They always ate and made tea on the alcohol lamp before going to bed. This was quite in the German tradition, Tilda said. Germans in their homes ate six meals a day: breakfast, second breakfast, dinner, afternoon coffee, supper and in the evening tea or beer with sandwiches and kuchen. Betsy, in the cherry-red bathrobe, and Tilda in a blue one, feasted merrily.

Betsy dreamed about going away from Deep Valley, but she didn't for a moment suspect that around a bend in her Winding Hall of Fate a journey was actually waiting.

There was nothing like a picnic! she reflected. If you were happy, it made you happier. If you were unhappy, it blew your troubles away.

Did we bring a lunch?' asked Tacy. 'Yes,' said Betsy. 'It's under the seat. There are chicken sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs and potato salad and watermelon and chocolate cake and sweet pickles and sugar cookies and ice cream.' 'It ought to be plenty,' Tacy said.

She felt a little better about Leonard out here in the country. It was just being close to nature, she supposed. In the country you felt as you never could in town the return of spring after winter. You felt a sort of pulse in the earth which proved that nothing dies, that everything comes back in beauty. Leonard was coming back... in some place beautiful enough to pay him for leaving the world. God knew all about his music, too. He would use that music someplace.

Our lives can only hold so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to do a lot of thinking about what we want to fill them with.

Our lives can only hold so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to do a lot of thinking about what we want to fill them with.

After all, you couldn't go through life rolling your friendships into one gigantic snowball. You wanted different kinds of friendships, with different kinds of people.

How does a girl act with boys, exactly?" Tacy asked. "Oh," said Betsy airily, "you just curl your hair and use a lot of perfume and act plagued when they tease you.

You'll love it, Betsy. Each room illustrates a period. They run from the Stone Age to the death of King Ludwig the Second. Let's go through them in order!" "Oh, you Germans!" Betsy teased. "Such thoroughness! You know, don't you, that there are over a hundred rooms?

I was sunk. I couldn't get any news, and Hawthorne kept chewing me up. So, trying to make up for the stories I was missing, I started spending hours in the document room. The other boys never go in there. It's just a morgue for papers. What kind of papers? Oh, papers filed by citizens having court troubles - complaints, countercomplaints, bills of particulars, suits for damages. You have to dig to find one with a story in it.

Emily interrupted. Don, she said. would you mind going home? He pulled his soft hat violently down over his forehead. I suppose you think that I'm a cad. I just don't think about you. Good-by, Emily said, and closed the door firmly behind him.

Some characters become your friends for life. That's how it was for me with Betsy and Tacy. —JUDY BLUME

All that kneeling down and getting up, kneeling down and getting up! But I can stand it if you can," Mr. Ray grumbled to his wife.

Three times! Three dull blows at Betsy's heart. He must have 'phoned her twice before he came over to the Rays, and probably once after he left. She couldn't remember that Tony had ever 'phoned her. He wasn't a telephone addict as some of the boys and most of the girls were.

In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. "I wish I still lived there," said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. "It's such trouble to grow up.

Quote of the Day-April 25, 2016 "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.

We're growing up, Betsy said aloud. She wasn't even sure she liked it. But it happened, and then it wasn't irrevocable. There was nothing you could do about it except try and see that you grew up into the kind of human being you wanted to be. I'd like to be a fine one, Betsy thought quickly and urgently.