“I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne,” said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.
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“She will love deeply—she will suffer terribly—she will have glorious moments to compensate.” (Emily of New Moon)
Don't get me wrong, I love October but there is something so beautiful about November in North America. The world around me transitions into another beautiful version of itself, shedding it's skin in it's annual dance towards death and subsequent rebirth. Quote by L. M. Montgomery