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“The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“What a happy woman I am, living in a garden, with books, babies, birds and flowers, and plenty of leisure to enjoy them. Sometimes I feel as if I were blest above all my fellows in being able to find happiness so easily."
(Quoted from Elizabeth and Her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim)”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“to a friendship when two people could tolerate silence without the necessity to fill it with mindless chatter.”
― Ruth Hay

“There was something about being in dire straits yourself, that made a person super sympathetic to another female in trouble.”
― Ruth Hay

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams

“November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

“The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery

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All down the stone steps on either side were periwinkles in full flower, and she could now see what it was that had caught at her the night before and brushed, wet and scented, across her face. It was wistaria. Wistaria and sunshine . . . she remembered the advertisement. Here indeed were both in profusion. The wistaria was tumbling over itself in its excess of life, its prodigality of flowering; and where the pergola ended the sun blazed on scarlet geraniums, bushes of them, and nasturtiums in great heaps, and marigolds so brilliant that they seemed to be burning, and red and pink snapdragons, all outdoing each other in bright, fierce colour. The ground behind these flaming things dropped away in terraces to the sea, each terrace a little orchard, where among the olives grew vines on trellises, and fig-trees, and peach-trees, and cherry-trees. The cherry-trees and peach-trees were in blossom--lovely showers of white and deep rose-colour among the trembling delicacy of the olives; the fig-leaves were just big enough to smell of figs, the vine-buds were only beginning to show. And beneath these trees were groups of blue and purple irises, and bushes of lavender, and grey, sharp cactuses, and the grass was thick with dandelions and daisies, and right down at the bottom was the sea. Colour seemed flung down anyhow, anywhere; every sort of colour piled up in heaps, pouring along in rivers....”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, The Enchanted April

“Whatever it costs in time or money, our families need to stay in touch from generation to generation. We all should tell our stories, both good and bad, and be proud of surviving to tell the tale.”
― Ruth Hay, Return to Oban: Anna's Next Chapter

“Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“Holding anger is a poison...It eats you from inside...We think that by hating someone we hurt them...But hatred is a curved blade...and the harm we do to others...we also do to ourselves.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon”
― Lm Montgomery

“It was a lovely afternoon - such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

“If she had learned nothing else, she had learned that every age brings its own rewards.
Rosamunde Pilcher, Flowers In the Rain & Other Stories”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, Flowers in the Rain and Other Stories

“Their breakfast and dinner conversations aren't calculated to shield their children from the modern world. They just don't let the modern world rob childhood of its birthright”
― Helene Hanff, Q's Legacy: A Delightful Account of a Lifelong Love Affair with Books

“She stared at him, accepting for the first time the fact that personal tragedy is just that. Personal. Your own existence could fall to pieces but that did not mean that the rest of the world necessarily knew about it, or even bothered.”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Empty House”
― Rosamunde Pilcher, The Empty House

“Winter is a time for libraries, the muffled quiet of bookstacks and the scent of old pages and dust. In winter, I can spend hours in silent pursuit of a half-understood concept or a detail of history. There is nowhere else to be, after all.”
― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

“I call myself The Misfit," he said, "because I can't make what all I done wrong fit what all I gone through in punishment.
Flannery O'Connor, A Good Man Is Hard To Find”
― Flannery O'Connor, A Good Man Is Hard To Find

“Behind the newspaper Julian was withdrawing into the inner compartment of his mind where he spent most of his time. This was a kind of mental bubble in which he established himself when he could not bear to be a part of what was going on around him. From it he could see out and judge but in it he was safe from any kind of penetration from without. It was the only place where he felt free of the general idiocy of his fellows. His mother had never entered it but from it he could see her with absolute clarity.
Flannery O'Connor, Everything That Rises Must Converge: Stories”
― Flannery O'Connor, Everything That Rises Must Converge

“I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Good Wives

“I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“There never was a moment in my life," she said, "when I felt so in the Presence, as I do now. I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could reach out and touch Him, as I could this wonderful work of His, if I dared. I feel like saying to Him: 'To the extent of my brain power I realize Your presence, and all it is in me to comprehend of Your power. Help me to learn, even this late, the lessons of Your wonderful creations. Help me to unshackle and expand my soul to the fullest realization of Your wonders. Almighty God, make me bigger, make me broader!”
― Gene Stratton-Porter, A Girl of the Limberlost

“Jane never forgot her first Easter day at Moor End. Many times later in her life she came back to the place she had learned to love but the memory of this one day never faded. Everything about the day was right. The weather was perfect. Sun, cloud, wind, and blue skies. An April day. Everything was fresh and clean. Everything was growing again and even Jane could sense something of the message of Easter.”
― Malcolm Saville, Jane's Country Year

“The author P. L. Travers once said, ‘A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Bookstore Sisters

“A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Bookstore Sisters

“I'm a person in my own right, not someone who exists simply to fulfill a path I never choose.”
― Namrata Patel, Scent of a Garden

“There came a moment, she imagined, in the lives of most unmarried daughters, and perhaps in other people's too, when they must either bolt or go permanently under.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Father

“When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans for my garden, building castles in the air, writing, dreaming, doing nothing.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden