Lucy Maud
Lucy Maud
ancestor thousand
No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.
beautiful memories hands
Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?
beautiful smell wish
I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.
beautiful clever choices
Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?
thinking advice good-advice
It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.
sea voice forever
The woods are never solitary– they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unsharable sorrow which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce it’s infinite mystery– we may only wander, awed and spell-bound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only– a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.
color red taste
I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.
writing funeral lines
never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.
eye giving joy
But pearls are for tears, the old legend says," Gilbert had objected. "I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy." -Anne
giving-up want reputation
[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.
enemy spineless
What a spineless thing I must be not to have one enemy!
done bad-things
I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]
want
The greatest happiness [...] is to sneeze when you want to.
hurt morning uncles
Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet—never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.