Top 45 Bess Streeter Aldrich Quotes
#1. Betty, who had found an old battered doll, was sitting quietly in the corner and industriously endeavoring to pick its one eye out
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#2. Humans are queer. A man, living and well, is ignored or criticized. Dying or dead, he is noticed and praised. Death sheds a temporary glamour over the poorest soul. It is as though in dying, he has accomplished something which life never gave him.
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#3. I ... you mean me?"
"Quite naturally, when I said, 'What about you, yourself,' I meant
you.
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#4. The wheels where enormous wooden affairs, the back ones rounding up over the windows of the coach.
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#6. Mrs. Schneiderman's theory of life was that earth held no sorrow that food could not heal ...
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#7. And standing there ... old Abbie Deal began to cry. They 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.
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#8. What makes it smell so sweet?" they wanted to know. "Because everything,
every little wild plum-blossom, every little tiny crocus and anemone and violet and every tree-bud and grass-blade is working to help make the prairie nice.
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#9. It was queer how it all hurt you--how the odor of the night, the silver sheen of the moon, the moist feeling of the dew, the whispering of the night breeze, how somewhere down in your throat it hurt you.
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#10. 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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#11. And so they discussed it seriously, Abbie who knew that one may laugh with a child but at him, and Laura, who knew that Grandma was one unfailing source of sympathy and understanding in a world which was beginning to be critical.
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#13. Not all clever words are true ... And inversely most things that are true are not clever.
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#14. Abbie would stop in her work and utter a prayer for him, - and, sent as it were from the bow of a mother's watchful care, bound by the cord of a mother's love, the little winged arrow on its flight must have reached Some one, - Somewhere.
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#15. He [Sam] wrote it with great flourishes, his hand making many dizzy elliptical journeys before it settled down to make a elaborate 'E' with a curving tail as long as some prehistoric baboons.
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#16. Abbie Deal went happily about her work, one baby in her arms and the other at her skirts, courage her lode-star and love her guide, - a song upon her lips and a lantern in her hand.
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#17. For 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 ...
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#19. Home was something besides so much lumber and plaster. You built your thoughts into the frame work. You planted a little of your heart with the trees and the shrubbery.
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#20. 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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#21. Our 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.
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#22. There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.
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#23. 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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#24. Many hands were willing to perform the last tender ministrations. It is characteristic of the small town and rural districts. Sympathy there takes concrete form. It becomes cakes and cinnamon rolls and sitting up nights, husking corn and washing dishes and closing the eyes of the neighboring dead.
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#25. If I can't see stories in the lives of the people around me,--I just couldn't see them anywhere. If I can't see drama in humanity near me, I guess I couldn't detect it in humans far away.
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#26. ...Mabel put on the boiled potatos, unmashed, the stewed tomatos, some inferior dried beef, and some bread that plainly said, 'Darling, I am growing old'.
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#27. 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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#28. 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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#29. ...For can you think how it would be, to never, never hear a meadow lark sing again...?
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#30. You 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.
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#31. And now Abbie had the new experience of attempting to keep another person courageous. It was more trying than to keep up her own spirits. Why must she always be strong for other people?
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#33. You could not stop the winds and you could not stop Time. It went on and on,-and on.
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#35. It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.
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#36. ...Laura knew the price of motherhood to be pain and responsibility; the reward, love and pride.
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#37. Biggest affirmative argument I know in favor of 'If a man die, shall he live again?' is just the way you feel inside you that nothin' can stop you from livin' on.
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#38. The greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.
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#39. ...Uncle Harry Wentworth's dollar was turned deep under the sod. But though the sun shone on it and the rain fell, nothing ever came from it, - not a green thing nor a singing thing nor a human soul.
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#40. Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.
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#41. Aunt Grace was leaving ... Looking after her a moment, Laura had another feeling of tenderness toward her. How we live our lives side by side with those whom we never know or understand.
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#42. Ella held herself rigidly against all emotion until she arrived at the dark haven of her room. Then she threw herself across her bed and cried because life was such a tragic thing.
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#43. ...The last name had been entered by Samuel Peters' agile pen with much shading of downward strokes and many extra corkscrew appendages...
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#45. It took all their common sense and philosophy to face life these days. The two are synonymous.
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