How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view,
Guide:
Grandmother's voice was ice. They do not. Your mother has been happy all these years, till you began stirring up old memories. . She is daughter... no outsider shall ever come between us again... nei...
CHAPTER XV. A DISOBEDIENT BROTHER
But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes....
All your life Davy, you'll find yourself doing things you don't want to do - Anne Shirley
…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.
Looking down
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.' Oh,
Dear,
And twisted round the harbor shore.
You're a brick! You're a whole cartload of bricks.
Truly, the happiness certain things give us is never to be measured by their worldly importance.
Tomorrow is always a fresh day with no mistakes in it
To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?
There is no need of my either forgetting or remembering it, said Rosemary, a little wearily. YOU forget that I'm an old maid, Ellen. It is only your sisterly delusion that I am still young and bloomin...
The p'int of good writing is to know when to stop.
The only thing she really enjoyed was a funeral. You knew where you were with a corpse. Nothing more could happen to it. But while there was life there was fear.
The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr, remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. It is the most contented sound in the world.