Love her, love her, love her! If she favors you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces, — and as it gets older and stronger it will tear deeper, — love her, love her, love her!
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
Throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.[Also known as:]Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice. It may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.