Tiddlywinks, tiddlywinks, I want to play tiddlywinks,” chanted Ramona, shaking her head back and forth.
—Beverly Cleary
But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, “Majella!
—Helen Hunt
Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,–it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,–feeling that infinite unspeakable...
We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,–“blind as a bat,” for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat,...
Next time!” In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
Will not the Senorita trust me?”Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. “Yes,” she said. “I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?””Yes, Senorita,” he answered, greatly surprised, “I am Alessandro.
There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe’s imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part...
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