Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI wonder what a soulโฆa person's soulโฆwould look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quiversโฆand some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the seaโฆand some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryRebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by โ not because she had no future but because she had no past.
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