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If the dude who wrote Song of Songs can get away with telling his beloved that her nose was like a tower, then I suppose this dude can get away with saying his woman was smooth like piano keys.

We got a stage 5 clinger, sir.

“Stemming together everything with sixpenny nails, eightpenny nails, spikes, screws, I was involved, frustrated, devoted, resolved, nicked and scraped, and delighted. The work went slowly. The roof went on, was shingled with red cedar. I was a poet, but I was away for a while from the loom of thought and formal language; I was playing. I was whimsical, absorbed, happy. Let me always be who I am, and then some.

OK, so it’s pretty terrible what’s happening to this dude right now, but the whole “he’s the legitimate son of President Wilson“ bit is pretty rich.

“I … leaned over and put my hand on my knee. My knee wasn’t there.“

I like how he uses “candelabra“ as a past-tense verb here

“Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves.”

Home girl’s standards are about as low as a worm’s belly button

Dude moves fast! No means no, home dog.

(Of the injured seagull)

And still, the eyes were full of the spices of amusement. He was, of course, a piece of the sky. His eyes said so. This is not fact; this is the other part of knowing something, when there is no proof, but neither is there any way toward disbelief. Imagine lifting the lid from a jar and finding it filled not with darkness but with light. Bird was like that. Startling, elegant, alive.“

“For whatever reason, the heart cannot separate the world‘s appearance and actions from morality in valor, and the power of every idea is intensified, if not actually created, by its expression in substance. Over and over in the butterfly we see the idea of transcendence. In the forest we see not the inert but the aspiring. In water that departs forever and forever returns, we experience eternity.“

“Two years is about long enough for things to stay exactly the same. If they stayed put any longer, they might grow mossy.”

“oh, sometimes, I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after a while and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.”

Davy is a hoot

Sighhhh, why can’t we take our best friends with us wherever we go?!

Diana offering to put flowers on Matthew’s grave 😭

“I’ve put out a lot of little roots these two years,“ Anne told the moon, “and when I’m pulled up, they’re going to hurt a great deal.“

Everyone always goes on about how perfect Gilbert Blythe is, but hardly anyone mentions what a good friend Diana is to Anne. If only everyone had a Diana!

Awww 🥰

“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”

A Purple Pills reference! Tiny little nod to Blue Castle?

“Anyhow, there’ll be plenty of jam in heaven, that’s one comfort.”
Anne nipped a smile in the bud.
“Perhaps there will be . . . If we want it. But what makes you think so?”
“Why, it’s in the catechism,” said Davy. “‘Why should we love God?’ It says, ‘because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.”

Here a difference is noted between manners and morals.

See? If you only watch the movies you miss out on a cussing bird and apparently Marilla adopting twins?

“A fellow has to fight something all through life. Didn’t somebody once define man as a fighting animal? And I want to fight disease and pain and ignorance, which are all members one of another.“

“Willowmere, where dark and light kissed each other under the firs.”