I can't help but love this quote. Isn't it the ideal? I suppose I am a romantic at heart, but I want this simplicity, not the bombard-ance of a knight or star player to sweep me off my feet -- litterly. I want this. I am afraid that I need to get my head out of books and into the "real world," but if these books give one better perception of the real world, then isn't that even better? I know not. But I do know that I am sleepy and therefore a little delirious and prone to foolishness and girlieness.
Ah well...it's pretty none-the-least:)
“For a moment Anne's heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert's gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath. ”
― L.M Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
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