I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.
I'm in the depths of despair!" (Anne of Green Gables)
It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.
Anne laughed. "I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.