What has made this nation great? Not its heroes but its households.
Sarah Orne JewettI saw William Blackett’s escaping sail already far from land, and Captain Littlepage was sitting behind his closed window as I passed by, watching for some one who never came. I tried to speak to him, but he did not see me. There was a patient look on the old man’s face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship.
Sarah Orne JewettIt was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one’s self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.
Sarah Orne JewettTags: silence conversation noise
In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.
Sarah Orne JewettFind your quiet center of life and write from that to the world.
Sarah Orne JewettTags: write
Her hospitality was something exquisite; she had the gift which so many women lack, of being able to make themselves and their houses belong entirely to a guest's pleasure,--that charming surrender for the moment of themselves and whatever belongs to them, so that they make a part of one's own life that can never be forgotten.
Sarah Orne JewettTags: the-country-of-the-pointed-firs
I couldn't help thinkin' if she was as far out o' town as she was out o' tune, she wouldn't get back in a day.
Sarah Orne JewettTags: humor singing sarcasm wicked-humor bad-singing
I now remembered that Mrs. Todd had told me one day that Captain Littlepage had overset his mind with too much reading.
Sarah Orne JewettTags: reading
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