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.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryAnne reveled in the world of color about her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIsn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?
Lucy Maud Montgomery