I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryMarilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryFancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
Lucy Maud Montgomery