Mistawis Quotes & Sayings

But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back" - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the Blue Castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings - torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. Great silences, austere and searching. Jewelled, barbaric hills. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white Mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revalation and wonder. — L.M. Montgomery

That man is good who does good to others; if he suffers on account of the good he does, he is very good; if he suffers at the hands of those to whom he has done good, then his goodness is so great that it could be enhanced only by greater sufferings; and if he should die at their hands, his virtue can go no further: it is heroic, it is perfect — Jean De La Bruyere

Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are dealt. I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But yet I like the game and want to play. — Eugene Fitch Ware

People who have certain types of mental illness have different wiring in their brain. And part of that having a different kind of wiring so to speak could in some sense be related to having a different way of thinking which could produce genius type thoughts. — H. A. Berlin

People do not become great by doing great things. They do great things because they are great. — George Bernard Shaw

I sat down one night and wrote the line rock, rock, rock everybody. — Bill Haley

One of the sharp parallels is that neither Vietnam nor Iraq was the slightest threat to America's national security. — George McGovern

Desire is the motivating force behind all progress and advancement in science, art, industry and in all phases of life. — Joseph Murphy

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined. — Sarah Dessen

The faint laughter of winds was always about them and the colors of Mistawis, imperial and spiritual, under the changing clouds, were something that cannot be expressed in mere words. Shadows, too. Clustering in the pines until a wind shook them out and pursued them over Mistawis. They lay all day along the shores, threaded by ferns and wild blossoms. They stole around the headlands in the glow of the sunset, until twilight wove them all into one great web of dusk. — L.M. Montgomery

Take what's yours and get the fuck out. I can't deal with this right now." "Fine," he bellowed back and rushed me. "I'll take what's mine and go." For a second I had no idea what was happening, but then realisation hit me. This motherfucker was trying to lift my pregnant arse up. "Kane!" I screeched when he hooked his arm behind my knees and slid his arms around my waist and lifted me. My arms instinctively went up into the air then tightly wrapped around Kane's neck. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?" I asked on a gasp. He walked towards the door of our apartment. "You said to take what's mine and get the fuck out. I'm doing exactly that. — L.A. Casey