Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryThere must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWhen I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts. . . it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.
Lucy Maud Montgomery