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 ALDRICHWhen I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth.
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 ALDRICHIt was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.
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
BESS STREETER ALDRICHIn 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler’s dream.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHSome girls are apparently born with dates; some through much personal activity, achieve them; but others seem by necessity to have dates thrust upon them.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHI think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow.
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 ALDRICHOur souls may all be equal in the sight of the Lord, but our gumption and ingenuity ain’t. So the results of man’s labor will never be equal.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHRegardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThe greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHYou have to dream things out. It keeps a kind of an ideal before you. You see it first in your mind and then you set about to try and make it like the ideal. If you want a garden,-why, I guess you’ve got to dream a garden.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThings last so much longer than people.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHLove is the light that you see by.
BESS STREETER ALDRICH