Our Sacrifice Is Greater Than His," Cried

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

I'm Afraid To Speak Or Move For Fear That All This Wonderful Beauty Will Just Vanish... Like A Broken Silence.

Isn't It Better To Have Your Heart Broken Than To Have It Wither Up? Before It Could Be Broken It Must Have Felt Something Splendid. That Would Be Worth The Pain.

You're Not Eating Anything," Said Marilla Sharply, Eying Her As If It Were A Serious Shortcoming. Anne Sighed. I Can't. I'm In The Depths Of Despair. Can You Eat When You Are In The Depths Of Despair?" I've Never Been In The Depths Of Despair, So I Can't Say," Responded Marilla. Weren't You? Well, Did You Ever Try To Imagine You Were In The Depths Of Despair?" No, I Didn't." Then I Don't Think You Can Understand What It's Like. It's Very Uncomfortable A Feeling Indeed.

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.