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.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryDon't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth
Lucy Maud MontgomeryYou see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.
Lucy Maud Montgomery