Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIn this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
Lucy Maud Montgomery