Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldnโt possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryYou'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt's so hard to get up againโalthough of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?
Lucy Maud Montgomery