#mer

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#lm-montgomery #l-m-montgomery

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#pretty #sting #l-m-montgomery

Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#bone-crossed #humor #humor

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercedes #humor

I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. ↗

— Chief Joseph

#native-american-wisdom #non-violence #wisdom #love

I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#lightning-bugs #love #love-story #lovers #summer

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us. ↗