The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?
I’ve always loved the night and I’ll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.
Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.
Gilbert, I’m afraid I’m scandalously in love with you.
The trouble with you people is that you don’t laugh enough.
I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.
Nothing worthwhile is ever easily come by.
We don’t know where we’re going, but isn’t is fun to go?
Besides, I’ve been feeling a little blue – just a pale, elusive azure. It isn’t serious enough for anything darker.
A bosom friend – an intimate friend, you know – a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.
When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.
When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature – the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.
We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.
Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.
Red hair is my life long sorrow.