Do you know what? I think the evening star is a lighthouse on the land where the fairies dwell.
It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
Life is rich and full here... everywhere... if we can only learn how to open our whole hearts to its richness and fullness.
There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves.
The faint laughter of winds was always about them and the colors of Mistawis, imperial and spiritual, under the changing clouds, were something that cannot be expressed in mere words. Shadows, too. Clustering in the pines until a wind shook them out and pursued them over Mistawis. They lay all day along the shores, threaded by ferns and wild blossoms. They stole around the headlands in the glow of the sunset, until twilight wove them all into one great web of dusk.
But Gilbert’s visits were not what they once were. Anne almost dreaded them. It was very disconcerting to look up in the midst of a sudden silence and find Gilbert’s hazel eyes fixed upon her with a quite unmistakable expression in their grave depths; and it was still more disconcerting to find herself blushing hotly and uncomfortably under his gaze, just as if – just as if – well, it was very embarrassing.
I am grateful that my childhood was spent in a spot where there were many trees, trees of personality, planted and tended by hands long dead, bound up with everything of joy or sorrow that visited our lives. When I have “lived with” a tree for many years it seems to me like a beloved human companion.
If it had not rained on a certain May morning Valancy Stirling’s whole life would have been entirely different. She would have gone, with the rest of her clan, to Aunt Wellington’s engagement picnic and Dr. Trent would have gone to Montreal. But it did rain and you shall hear what happened to her because of it.
No. I don’t think I’ve ever been really lonely in my life,” answered Anne. “Even when I’m alone I have real good company – dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I LIKE to be alone now and then, just to think over things and TASTE them.
It’s a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years... hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.
Shirking responsibilities is the curse of our modern life-the secret of all the unrest and discontent that is seething in the world.
Note: – One can do a great deal with appropriate smiles. I must study the subject carefully. The friendly smile – the scornful smile – the detached smile – the entreating smile – the common or garden grin.
Flour is so essential to cakes, you know.
We have The Idylls of the King in English class this term. I like some things in them, but I detest Tennyson’s Arthur. If I had been Guinevere I’d have boxed his ears – but I wouldn’t have been unfaithful to him for Lancelot, who was just as odious in a different way. As for Geraint, if I had been Enid I’d have bitten him. These ‘patient Griseldas’ deserve all they get.
So bright and golden and fair, so free fro shadow and so lavish of blossom.
Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce.
I hear the Wind Woman running with soft, soft footsteps over the hill. I shall always think of the wind as a personality. She is a shrew when she blows from the north – a lonely seeker when she blows from the east – a laughing girl when she comes from the west – and tonight from the south a little grey fairy.
We miss so much out of life if we do not love. The more we love the richer life is.
I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is TOO MUCH. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came.
Away down at the far end of the lake they got every night a glimpse of a big, continental train rushing through a clearing. Valancy liked to watch its lighted windows flash by and wonder who was on it and what hopes and fears it carried.