It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.
I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
Anne laughed. "I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.
No matter where I go or how I change, I'll always be your Anne. Anne of Green Gables.