[...] I grew up out of that strange, dreamy childhood of mine and went into the world of reality. I met with experiences that bruised my spirit - but they never harmed my ideal world. That was always...
You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.
You could not fence with an antagonist who met rapier thrust with blow of battle axe.
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—i...
We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27
Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.
The future is yet an untrodden path full of wonderful possibilities.
That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne,
Stoutness and slimness seem to be matters of predestination,
Some people are naturally good, you know, and others are not. I'm one of the others.
She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his...
Pussy, however, refused to get down.
No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.
Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.
He watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass judgement on it... She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure,...
He was one of your wicked, fascinating men. After he got married he left off being fascinating and just kept on being wicked.
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.
Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?
Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little bit is a good thing - not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.