whispering through an afternoon

A few words out of a book drawn from my shelves ... the kind of book from which pressed flowers slip when I open it, and which smells richly of love and memory ...


"She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight - "a haunt of ancient peace." There was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover. Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne's heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it." - Anne of Green Gables.


from Anne of Green Gables tv series by Sullivan Entertainment



If you have an excerpt from a favourite book which you would like to share, please do so in the comments.

A little piece of wonderful news : Alice has reopened her lovely weblog, Cottage Blessings. I have long admired her kind spirit. 

7 comments:

  1. Your selection from Anne of Green Gables was lovely - it was almost as beautiful as your writings!

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  2. It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside- but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond- only a glimpse- and heard a note of unearthly music. This moment came rarely- went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it- never summon it- never pretend it; but the wonder of it stayed with her for days. - Emily of New Moon
    I can't recall Anne without recalling the joys of Emily ;-)

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    1. I meant to say, thank you so much for sharing this with us. ((hugs))

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  4. I love the idea of yugen, and it used to amuse me that the physicist Huygen (such a beautiful coincidence of name!) also used to struggle in his theories of light, unable to elucidate what he found or almost perceived about the wonderful and unfathomable universe. Although different levels of profoundness from Emily to be sure!

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  5. How beautiful! Thank you for this. I haven't read it since childhood. Makes me want to revisit such little treasures.

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  6. How beautiful! Thank you for this. I haven't read it since childhood. Makes me want to revisit such little treasures.

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