Cover of Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montogomery
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music.
Perhaps… perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
“ I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”
-Anne of the Island
Hands clasped tightly, Gilbert and Anne slowly paced down the lane, gazing into each other’s eyes. Anne felt enraptured in completion, this was the bend in her road.
-Anne of the Island
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
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| — | L. M. Montgomery ~ Anne of Avonlea (via missemilymorland) |
“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding..if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”
-Anne of Avonlea
