Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryTrees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.
Lucy Maud Montgomery