...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryMatthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWalter'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 MontgomeryDon't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.
Lucy Maud Montgomery