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.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHChristmas 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.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHIt was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHthoughts are acrobats, agile and quite often untrustworthy.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHRegardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHYou 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.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThey are the most painful tears in the world … the tears of the aged … for they come from dried beds where the emotions have long burned low.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHMrs. Schneiderman’s theory of life was that earth held no sorrow that food could not heal.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHJunior was eleven. The statement is significant. There are a few peevish people in the world who believe that all eleven-year-old boys ought to be hung. Others, less irritable, think that gently chloroforming them would seem more humane.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHSometime in their lives, everybody wanted to go home.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHIt takes a small town to keep you humble.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHA 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.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThere is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThings last so much longer than people.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThe greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHExcept 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.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHKatherine it was who took upon herself the complete charge of [Junior’s] speech. Not an insignificant “have went” nor an infinitesimal
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