It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryBut really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
Lucy Maud Montgomery