Tomorrow is not a promise, but a chance.
I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.
you will I trust find heaviness may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
What is life when living without the Lifemaker?
From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand. ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death. ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.
B*tches come and go but friends are for real.