I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryAnneโs horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queenโs; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.
Lucy Maud MontgomerySnow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.
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