I'm just tired of everythingโฆeven of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoesโฆechoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryAnne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
Lucy Maud Montgomery