Catharine Catania

“The long, green, seaward-looking glen was filled with
dusk, and beyond it were meadows of sunset. The harbour was radiant, purple here, azure there, opal elsewhere. The maple grove was beginning to be misty green. Rilla looked about her with wistful eyes. Who said that spring was the joy of the year? It was the heart-break of the year. And the pale-purply mornings and the daffodil stars and the wind in the old pine were so many separate pangs of the heart-break. Would life ever be free from dread again?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside

“She would not see him again until the day broke and the shadows vanished—and she knew not if that daybreak would be on this side of the grave or beyond it.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside: A Tale of Youth and War in the Glen

“The page of girlhood had been turned, as by an unseen finger, and the page of womanhood was before her with all its charm and mystery, its pain and gladness.”
― L.M Montogmery

“Good-bye,' she said. On her lips it lost all the bitterness it had won through the ages of parting and bore instead all the sweetness of the old loves of all the women who had ever loved and prayed for the beloved.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside: A Tale of Youth and War in the Glen