All things great are wound up with all things little. ― Anne of Green Gable
DAY THREE
DAY FOUR Dear old world, she murmured you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you. —Anne Shirley
DAY FIVE I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string. —Anne Shirley
DAY SIX It's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.
—Anne of Ingleside
DAY TEN
DAY THIRTEEN I can’t help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It’s as glorious as soaring through a sunset. Almost pays for the thud!” —Anne Shirley
DAY SIXTEEN
DAY SEVEN Then you have to remember to be thankful; but in May one simply can't help being thankful . . . that they are alive, if for nothing else.
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
DAY ELEVEN
DAY FOURTEEN
DAY EIGHT
DAY TWELVE I love to smell flowers in the dark,” she said. “you get hold of their soul then.” _ Anne’s House of Dreams