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“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“A book doesn't live when it's written. It lives when it's read.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Invisible Hour

“To Mia, If it was a dream, it was ours alone and you were mine.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Invisible Hour

“I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell”
― Walt Whitman

“It is pleasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves. How beautifully they go to their graves! how gently lay themselves down and turn to mould!--painted of a thousand hues, and fit to make the beds of us living. So they troop to their last resting-place, light and frisky. They put on no weeds, but merrily they go scampering over the earth, selecting the spot, choosing a lot, ordering no iron fence, whispering all through the woods about it,--some choosing the spot where the bodies of men are mouldering beneath, and meeting them half-way.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Autumnal Tints