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Good things come, but they're never perfect are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

Maud Hart Lovelace

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Maud Hart Lovelace
Age: 87 †
Born: 1892
Born: April 25
Died: 1980
Died: March 11
Author
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Mankato
Minnesota
Maud Palmer Hart
Good
Things
Never
Twist
Twists
Perfect
Come
Something

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One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star
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The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.
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I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.
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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
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Then he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing.
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And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories.
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She thought of the library, so shining white and new the rows and rows of unread books the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.
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