Will Montgomery
Will Montgomery
Will Montgomeryis an American football center who is currently a free agent. He was drafted by the Carolina Panthers in the seventh round of the 2006 NFL Draft. He played college football at Virginia Tech...
believe thinking dust
It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em," said Captain Jim. "When I ponder on them seeds I don't find it nowise hard to believe that we've got souls that'll live in other worlds. You couldn't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn't seen the miracle, could you?
beautiful stars lying
I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.
hair people red
People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
satisfaction get-up harder
It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?
looks serious sober
Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can't be sober and serious - everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
soulmate space soul-mate
You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.
views imagination realms
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view,
funeral stories ends
It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.
laughter air goodness
Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.
girl fifteen
Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.
sleep white tree
it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine
sweet nice book
I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.
flower dark smell
I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.
night peaceful sorrow
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.