Only lonely people keep diaries.
Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.
As they dashed into the kitchen the light seemed to vanish, as if blown out by some mighty breath; the awful cloud rolled over the sun and a darkness as of late twilight fell across the world.
Mr. James Reese’s buckwheat stubble-land, with its beautiful tones of red and brown, a crow parliament was being held, whereat solemn deliberations regarding the welfare of crowland were in progress. Faith cruelly broke up the august assembly by climbing up on the fence and hurling a broken rail at it. Instantly the air was filled with flapping black wings and indignant caws. “Why did you do that?” said Walter reproachfully. “They were having such a good.
Ilse lost her temper at once and went into a true Burnley tantrum. She was very fluent in her rages and the volley of abusive “dictionary words” which she hurled at Emily would have staggered most of the Blair Water Girls. But Emily was too much at home with words to be floored so easily; she grew angry too, but in a cool, dignified, Murray way which was more exasperating than violence.
And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They’re ringing for peace – and new happiness – and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver.
There’s something very solemn about the idea of a new year, isn’t there? Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days with not a thing happened in them yet.
Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They’re ringing for peace – and new happiness – and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver. Not that I am sane just now – I don’t pretend to be. The whole world is having a little crazy spell today. Soon we’ll sober down – and ‘keep faith’ – and begin to build up our new world. But just for today let’s be mad and glad.
Good-bye, and may you always see a happy face in your looking-glass!
All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years – each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.
I don’t believe I’d really want to be a sensible person, because they are so unromantic.
Even when I’m alone, I have real good company – dreams and imaginations and pretendings.
Well, it was awful said,” said Felicity, wiping her eyes. “But it was long ago and we can’t do any good by crying over it now. Let us go and get something to eat. I made some nice little rhubarb tarts this morning.
But, Felix, you may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never believe anything else, my boy.
The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They.
She was an excellent target for teasing because she always took things so seriously.
That water looks as if it was smiling at me.
Rilla meant to keep Walter’s letter as a a sacred treasure.
Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it?