Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That’s what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?
We live in a world where joy and empathy and pleasure are all around us, there for the noticing
...she had not been spoiled but spared, led to suppose that life was a sequence of agreeable events...
Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone’s true character is revealed
she is water/soft enough/to offer life/tough enough/to drown it away
she just needed someone. It didn’t matter who it was. Just someone to remind her of what it was like to live in a moment, and feel something before she walked away
then, she began to breathe, and live, and every moment took her to a place where goodbyes were hard to come by. She was in love, but not in love with someone or something, she was in love with her life. And for the first time, in a long time, everything was inspiring.
She beautifies my disillusioned brain. She’s like my fairy godmother. For the last fifteen years, she’s called me every morning, and she makes me repeat after her: ‘This is the best day of my life. I’m a genius. I love people and people love me. I never criticize, condemn, or complain. Everyone I meet today is loving and respectful. I love God and God loves me.
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.