A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryComedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryWhy did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
Lucy Maud Montgomery