Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryHave you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryMatthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.
Lucy Maud Montgomery