You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves

I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.