He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryLife owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryBut there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woodsโฆfor their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
Lucy Maud Montgomery