Desire grows by what it feeds on.
Cousin Jimmy thinks I did perfectly right. Cousin Jimmy would think I had done perfectly right if I had murdered Andrew and buried him in the Land of Uprightness. It's very nice to have one friend lik...
But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spi...
Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not hidden--only ugliness and deformity.
When will the others come?And there is one who will never come. At least we will not see him if he does. But, oh, when I think he will be there--when our Canadian soldiers return there will be a shado...
What is to be will be, and what isn't to be happens sometimes.
The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing o...
Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.
He believed he was dead and used to rage at his wife because she wouldn't bury him. I'd a-done it.
For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to the mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character would n...
A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.
We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?
There is so much in the world for us if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it ourselves- so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much...
The only fault he found with her was that she did not sing at her work. Folks should always sing at their work, he insisted. Sounds cheerful-like. Not always, retorted Valancy. Fancy a butcher singing...
That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.
She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.
Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.
Mrs. Marshall Elliott,
Its wonderful to have ambition.
I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.