Home and I are such good friends.
But what is the use of being an independent old maid if you can’t be silly when you want to, and when it doesn’t hurt anybody? A person must have some compensations.
I don’t know whether it is any use forgiving people or not. Yes, it is, it makes you feel more comfortable yourself.
If you believe in a thing it doesn’t matter whether it exists or not.
Experience teaches sense. You can’t learn it in a college course.
That boy ought to sleep with a rubber band around his head to train his ears not to stick out. I had a beau once who did that and it improved him immensely.
Gilbert would never have dreamed of writing a sonnet to her eyebrows. But then, Gilbert could see a joke. She had once told Roy a funny story – and he had not seen the point of it. She recalled the chummy laugh she and Gilbert had had together over it, and wondered uneasily if life with a man who had no sense of humor might not be somewhat uninteresting in the long run. But who could expect a melancholy, inscrutable hero to see the humorous side of things? It would be flatly unreasonable.
The stars twinkled through the fir-trees and right and left the harbour range-lights shone like great earth stars. Presently a moon rose and there was a sparkling trail over the harbour like a lady’s silken dress.
Anyhow, we’ve decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it.
I see you have a cat.” “Wrong.” Father Cassidy shook his head and groaned dismally. “A cat has me.
For spring is just around the corner and I have forgotten everything but gladness.
Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.
Some women’s intended from the start to be old maids, and I’m afraid I’m one of them, Miss Shirley, ma’am, because I’ve awful little patience with the men.
It wouldn’t do to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about. – Anne Shirley.
But I don’t want to be a different girl,” said Emily decidedly. She had no intention of lowering the Starr flag to Aunt Ruth. “I wouldn’t want to be anybody but myself even if I am plain. Besides,” she added impressively as she turned to go out of the room, “though I may not be very good-looking now, when I go to heaven I believe I’ll be very beautiful.
I had always disliked men. It must have been born in me, because, as far back as I can remember, an antipathy to men and dogs was one of my strongest characteristics. I was noted for that. My experiences through life only served to deepen it. The more I saw of men, the more I liked cats.
There had been no snow up to this time, but as Diana crossed the old log bridge on her homeward way the white flakes were beginning to flutter down over the fields and woods, russet and gray in their dreamless sleep. Soon the far-away slopes and hills were dim and wraith-like through their gauzy scarfing, as if pale autumn had flung a misty bridal veil over her hair and was waiting for her wintry bridegroom.
I kind of think she’s one of the sort you can do anything with if you only get her to love you.
Mrs Lynde says, “Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they shall not be disappointed.” But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.
Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever.