Author of quotes: Bel Kaufman. Page 2

How to fix and what to fix - spelling, punctuation, or lonely, draughty between the lines?

How sad that none of us can hear each other. Important sinks in the details, the disaster - in absurdities.

For youth and stamped phrases lies the novelty.

If not, then heaven will not help.

Friday again, another week passed. Time is compressed and stretched, like a broken accordion, and only your letters reminded of our lovely past, make order and sense in my chaotic life.

Work as much as I will wear yourself to a frazzle, but no one will tell you "thank you." The more you do, the more you load.

To be or not to be...
By this I mean:
To be herself
(and, by the way, what am I?)
Or to be
What my parents
(Alas, poor Yorick, I knew them!)
Would like to see me
after
Their own failures,
Or such
What awaits me in the world?
(It's a hard choice)
Then silence

Childhood is a foreign country, speaking the same language, parents and children often do not understand each other.

There are teachers who can't teach anything.