It’s amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday
I am beginning to suspect that nothing that happens is fortuitous, that it all corresponds to a fate laid down before my birth...
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen’s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes—what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows—what new landscapes—what new beauties—what curves and hills and valleys further on.
...looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them
“...isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
Today is only one day in all the days that ever will be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion...And if you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical spam
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware
Every wall is a door