Dinah Maria Mulock

An author departs, he does not die. ↗

— Dinah Maria Mulock

#departs #die #does

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors. ↗

— Dinah Maria Mulock

#gone #house #how #keeps #means

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it. ↗

— Dinah Maria Mulock

#astonishing #catch #day #during #lot

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are. ↗

— Dinah Maria Mulock

#feeling #having #inexpressible #just #measure