“Thank the good Lord!” cried the mother, when she grasped the fact that the small piece of paper was one hundred dollars. “It wasn’t the good Lord at all,” said I, “it was Daddy-LongLegs.” “But it was the good Lord who put it in his mind,” said she. “Not at all! I put it in his mind myself,” said I.” ReligionMoneyHumour Book:Daddy-Long-Legs Source: Daddy-Long-Legs
“I never told you, did I, that Amasai and Carrie got married last May? They are still working here, but so far as I can see it has spoiled them both. She used just to laugh when he tramped in mud or dropped ashes on the floor, but now—you should hear her scold! And she doesn’t curl her hair any longer. Amasai, who used to be so obliging about beating rugs and carrying wood, grumbles if you suggest such a thing. Also his neckties are quite dingy — black and brown, where they used to be scarlet and purple. I’ve determined never to marry. It’s a deteriorating process, evidently.” MarriageHumour Author:Jean Webster
“He and I always think the same things are funny, and that is such a lot; it's dreadful when two people's senses of humour are antagonistic. I don't believe there's any bridging that gulf! And he is--Oh, well! He is just himself, and I miss him, and miss him, and miss him. The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me. But maybe you've loved somebody, too, and you know? If you have, I don't need to explain; if you haven't, I can't explain.” PeopleIfsThinkingKnowsWorldNeedsBelieveWellsI CanTwoWholeSeemsBeautifulHateMissingHavensHumourEmptyI HateDon't BelieveSensesWhole WorldMoonlightOh Well Author:Jean Webster
