It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHFor though love has been ridiculed and disgraced, exchanged and bartered, dragged through the courts, and sold for thirty pieces of silver, the bright, steady glow of its fire still shines on the hearth-stones of countless homes.
More Bess Streeter Aldrich Quotes
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In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler’s dream.
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Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.
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When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth.
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There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.
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Mrs. Schneiderman’s theory of life was that earth held no sorrow that food could not heal.
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A person may encircle the globe with mind open only to bodily comfort. Another may live his life on a sixty-foot lot and listen to the voices of the universe.
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A great many good-natured folks contend that incarceration for a couple of years would prove the best way to dispose of them.
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It takes a small town to keep you humble.
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thoughts are acrobats, agile and quite often untrustworthy.
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Some girls are apparently born with dates; some through much personal activity, achieve them; but others seem by necessity to have dates thrust upon them.
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Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart…filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
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Love is the light that you see by.
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The greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.
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Except for our higher order of minds we are like the little moles under the earth carrying out blindly the work of digging, thinking our own dark passage-ways constitute all there is to the world.
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You wouldn’t think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.
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