We always hate people who surprise our secrets…
Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...
She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.
Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.
Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.
…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.
The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen…wonderful things.
Don't be ridiculous, please.' The most insulting words in the world!
But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.
Let's sum up... a little house, white and green or to be made so... with trees, preferably birch and spruce... a window looking seaward... on a hill. That sounds very possible... but there is one other requirement. There must be magic about it, Jane....
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.
Before this war is over,' [Walter] said - or something said through his lips - 'every man and woman and child in Canada will feel it - you, Mary, will feel it - feel it to your heart's core. You will weep tears of blood over it. The Piper has come - ...
The Piper is coming nearer," he said, "he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes - he pipes - and we must follow - Jem and Carl and Jerry and I - round and round the world. Listen ...
You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what th...
