She had grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and useless.
I went home, with new matters for my thoughts, though with no relief from the old.
If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces love her, love her, love her.
We think the feelings that are very serious in a man quite comical in a boy.
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.
Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? Because I'll never cry for you again.
Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.
There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.
Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it.
One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.
Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy.
I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.
Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There's no better rule.
You are in every line I have ever read.
Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.