It's Been My Experience That You Can

Gilbert Took From His Desk A Little Pink Candy Heart With A Gold Motto On It, “you Are Sweet,” And Slipped It Under The Curve Of Anne’s Arm. Whereupon Anne Arose, Took The Pink Heart Gingerly Between The Tips Of Her Fingers, Dropped It On The Floor, Ground It To Powder Beneath Her Heel, And Resumed Her Position Without Deigning To Bestow A Glance On Gilbert.

I Feel As If Something Has Been Torn Suddenly Out Of My Life And Left A Terrible Hole. I Feel As If I Couldn't Be I — As If I Must Have Changed Into Somebody Else And Couldn't Get Used To It. It Gives Me A Horrible Lonely, Dazed, Helpless Feeling. It's Good To See You Again — It Seems As If You Were A Sort Of Anchor For My Drifting Soul.

The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.

Besides, I've Been Feeling A Little Blue — Just A Pale, Elusive Azure. It Isn't Serious Enough For Anything Darker.

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.