Bears need people. People need bears.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.
The baby rises to its feet, takes a step, is overcome with triumph and joy - and falls flat on its face. It is a pattern for all that is to come! But learn from the bewildered baby. Lurch to your feet again. You'll make the sofa in the end.
From serenity comes gentleness, comes lasting strength.
Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply.
Integrity rings like fine glass. True, clear, and reassuring.
For the sake of the sons - and even for the son's future wives - a woman must keep a part of her mind and heart entirely for herself. Every family is better off with a wife and mother who can astonish and occasionally dewilder.
Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.
Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.
The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.
A teddy bear does not depend upon mechanics to give him the semblance of life. He is loved - and therefore he lives.
Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.
A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.
The courage of very ordinary people is all that stands between us and the dark.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
We expect too much at Christmas. It's got to be magical. It's got to go right. Feasting. Fun. The perfect present. All that anticipation. Take it easy. Love's the thing. The rest is tinsel.
You never realize how much your mother loves you till you explore the attic - and find every letter you ever sent her, every finger painting, clay pot, bead necklace, Easter chicken, cardboard Santa Claus, paperlace Mother's Day card and school report since day one.
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad.'
However time or circumstances may come between mother and her child, their lives are interwoven forever.
Give a pup a home and a little love and he will give you his heart forever.
Bears being sent through the mail should never be squashed up to make them fit. It gives them indigestion.
Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.
A sister is the cure for swollen heads and ego trips. One may a star, a Chief Executive-famous and rich and beautiful. But one's sister has the family photo album. And a long, long memory. And a tendency to wink at one on Top Occasions.
A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks - but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more then a loan.
