“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”Maud Hart Lovelace book Betsy-Tacy and TibSource: Betsy-Tacy and Tib (1941), p. 4
“Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.”Maud Hart Lovelace book Betsy in Spite of HerselfSource: Betsy in Spite of Herself
“Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?”Maud Hart Lovelace book Betsy and the Great WorldSource: Betsy and the Great World
“When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.”Maud Hart Lovelace book Betsy in Spite of HerselfSource: Betsy in Spite of Herself