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I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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I Read Somewhere Once

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

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Isn't It Good Just To Be Alive On A Day Like This? I Pity The People Who Aren't Born Yet For Missing It.

Trees, Unlike So Many Humans, Always Improve On Acquaintance. No Matter How Much You Like Them At The Start You Are Sure To Like Them Much Better Further On, And Best Of All When You Have Known Them For Years And Enjoyed Intercourse With Them In All Seasons.

Love You! Girl, You're In The Very Core Of My Heart. I Hold You There Like A Jewel. Didn't I Promise You I'd Never Tell You A Lie? Love You! I Love You With All There Is Of Me To Love. Heart, Soul, Brain. Every Fibre Of Body And Spirit Thrilling To The Sweetness Of You. There's Nobody In The World For Me But You, Valancy.

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

Have You Ever Noticed That When People Say It Is Their Duty To Tell You A Certain Thing You May Prepare For Something Disagreeable? Why Is It That They Never Seem To Think It A Duty To Tell You The Pleasant Things They Hear About You?

It Is Ever So Much Easier To Be Good If Your Clothes Are Fashionable.

That Is One Consolation When You Are Poor—there Are So Many More Things You Can Imagine About.

The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.

Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.

Gilbert Darling, Don't Let's Ever Be Afraid Of Things. It's Such Dreadful Slavery. Let's Be Daring And Adventurous And Expectant. Let's Dance To Meet Life And All It Can Bring To Us, Even If It Brings Scads Of Trouble And Typhoid And Twins!" (anne To Gilbert)

Don't You Know That It Is Only Very Foolish Folk Who Talk Sense All The Time?

It Seems To Me A Most Dreadful Thing To Go Out Of The World And Not Leave One Person Behind You Who Is Sorry You Are Gone,' Said Anne, Shuddering.

It’s So Much More Romantic To End A Story Up With A Funeral Than A Wedding.

I Love Bright Red Drinks, Don’t You? They Taste Twice As Good As Any Other Color.

There Are Plenty Of People, In Avonlea And Out Of It, Who Can Attend Closely To Their Neighbours' Business By Dint Of Neglecting Their Own; But Mrs. Rachel Lynde Was One Of Those Capable Creatures Who Can Manage Their Own Concerns And Those Of Other Folks Into The Bargain.

Proverbs Are All Very Fine When There's Nothing To Worry You, But When You're In Real Trouble, They're Not A Bit Of Help.

When Twilight Drops Her Curtain Down And Pins It With A Star Remember That You Have A Friend Though She May Wander Far.

I'd Like To Add Some Beauty To Life," Said Anne Dreamily. "i Don't Exactly Want To Make People Know More... Though I Know That Is The Noblest Ambition... But I'd Love To Make Them Have A Pleasanter Time Because Of Me... To Have Some Little Joy Or Happy Thought That Would Never Have Existed If I Hadn't Been Born.

Here Sat Marilla Cuthbert, When She Sat At All, Slightly Distrustful Of Sunshine, Which Seemed To Her Too Dancing And Irresponsible A Thing For A World Which Was Meant To Be Taken Seriously.

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