Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWhy did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryShe had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
Lucy Maud Montgomery