Sharone Powell

“As she floundered on, plunging into the deep snow, she suddenly laughed aloud. "Well," she thought, "here I am. I dread to go on and I would not go back.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, THESE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS

“(Marco's thoughts in captivity).
"What will it be best to think about first? This he said because one of the most absorbedly fascinating things he and his father talked about together was the power of the thoughts which human beings allow to pass through their minds, the strange strength of them... What he (his father) believed, he had taught Marco quite simply from his childhood. It was this: he himself, Marco... was the magician. He held and waved his wand himself, and his wand was his own thought. When special privation or anxiety beset them, it was their rule to say, What will it be best to think about first, which was Marco's reason for saying it to himself now...
(recalling his father's words):
Let pass through thine mind, my son, only the image which thou would desire to see as truth. Meditate only upon the wish of thy heart, seeing first that it could injure no man and is not ignoble. Then will it take earthly form and draw near to thee. This is the law of that which creates.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Lost Prince

“She was named Juliet, after his wife, the bishop thought, but that was not what Julia meant at all. She was far too modest to think of calling her child after herself. Juliet, for her, was the name of that young girl of Verona whose tragic love has everywhere helped make youth and sorrow better friends.”
― Robert Nathan, The Bishop's Wife

“Her genius, as has before been mentioned, is a genius for living, for being vital. Many people merely exist, are kept alive by others, or continue to vegetate because the persistence action of normal function will allow of their doing no less. Bettina Vanderpoel had lived vividly and in the midst of a self-created atmosphere of action from her first hour. It was not possible for her to be one of the horde of mere spectators where soever she moved there was some occult stirring of the mental and even physical air. Her pulses beat too strongly, her blood ran too fast to allow of inaction of mind of body.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Shuttle