Quotes About Engagement

She gave him books of poetry: Wordsworth, Whitman, all the W's. When she'd ask him how he liked them, he would say, Fine. I'm on page… and then he would tell her what page he was on and how many pages he'd accomplished that day.

it would be a combination of comfort and surprise an audience might appreciate.

I never learn anything talking. I only learn things when I ask questions.

That's how a woman wins a mans heart, by making him think that he amuses her.

The point is," Frank said, "that we're here. No use talking about what should have been.

came up on the porch, I noticed that Helen's eyes went at once to the book I had been reading.

From Caprock Rancher : Another thing Pa taught me: If you're going to fight . . . fight. Talk about it after.

stiffened and his eyes narrowed. "You seem to forget that you are the girl I'm to marry," he said, in a tone less harsh. "Naturally, I don't want you around like this." "Well, until we are married," she said coldly, "it happens to be none of your business! If you'd like to change

knowledge is cut off from the activity in which it has its meaning, and becomes a false abstraction.

Everybody chewed.

Trout often showed up at night school but never paid attention. He talked in class and was disrespectful

and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again.

Hope and keep busy'

I'm always ready to talk, shouldn't be a woman if I were not,' laughed Mrs. Jo…

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don't sell nowadays. Which was not quite a correct statement, by the way.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don't sell nowadays.

I had a queer time with Aunt today, and, as I got the best of it, I'll tell you about it, began Jo, who dearly loved to tell stories. I was reading that everlasting Belsham, and droning away as I always do, for Aunt soon drops off, and then I take out some nice book, and read like fury till she wakes up. I actually made myself sleepy, and before she began to nod, I gave such a gape that she asked me what I meant by opening my mouth wide enough to take the whole book in at once.

as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the workaday world again.

the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child when she wanted

He was tired of books, and found people so interesting now

In spite of her sorrow, she enjoyed that minute very much for she was a born consoler, and, it is hardly necessary for me to add, loved this reprehensible Tom with all her heart. It was a very foolish thing for her to do, she quite agreed to that; she couldn't understand it, explain it, or help it; she only felt that she did care for him very much, in spite of his faults, his indifference, and his engagement.

That engagement was such a farce, that she never had much faith in it, so she put her love way in a corner of her heart, and tried to forget it, hoping it would either die, or have a right to live...Polly had a pang, and thought she couldn't possibly bear it. But she always found she could, and so came to the conclusion that it was a merciful provision of nature that girls' hearts could stand so much, and their appetites continue good, when unrequited love was starving.

Watching him closely after he paid for the books and took the package into his hands, I saw his pupils dilate the way a diner's do when food is brought to the table.

This statement tallied with Washington's often expressed view that citizens had to feel before they saw—that is, they couldn't react to abstract problems, only to tangible ones.