I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
03
Aug
9:52pm
Rilla’s heart skipped a beat—or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did.
~ Rilla of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery
03
Aug
9:51pm

"Rilla’s heart skipped a beat—or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did." 

- Rilla of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery

02
Aug
5:00pm

Fishing for Lake Trout

  • Gilbert: Anne Shirley. What in heck are you doing here?
  • Anne: Fishing. For lake trout.
31
Jul
3:32pm

"Di is her father’s favorite, because she has green eyes and red hair… red hair with a swirl to it."

- Anne Blythe on her daughter Diana, Anne of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery

30
Jul
8:14pm
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
~ Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery
29
Jul
3:48pm
Gilbert Blythe wasn’t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure. She SHOULD look at him, that red-haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that weren’t like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school.
~ Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
24
Jul
5:45pm
Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
~ Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery