There Is Another Bend In The Road

I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial.

I Am Quite Likely To Re-act To The Opposite Extreme - To Feel Rapturously That The World Is Beautiful And Mere Existence Something To Thank God For. I Suppose Our 'blues' Are The Price We Have To Pay For Our Temperament. 'the Gods Don't Allow Us To Be In Their Debt.' They Give Us Sensitiveness To Beauty In All Its Forms But The Shadow Of The Gift Goes With It.

Anne: "but Have You Ever Noticed One Encouraging Thing About Me, Marilla? I Never Make The Same Mistake Twice". Marilla: "i Don't Know As That's Much Benefit When You're Always Making New Ones".

Fairyland Is The Loveliest Word Because It Means Everything The Human Heart Desires.

Anne "felt Instinctively" That Romance Was Peeping At Her Around A Corner.