"Ellen Read"の名言

The stone wall was at her back, a door in the wall on her left and bluebells grew on either side of the seat.

A moss-covered path tended its way around the magnolia tree. Mark started along it, his leg brushing against the perennial border where cheerful yellow daffodils nodded their heads in greeting.

Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and whispered words, written long ago, words that wriggled through the aged leather, trembled beneath his touch. What lives and loves, hopes and dreams, deaths and despair these volumes held.

A feeling of calm always fell over her like a cloak of happiness settling on her shoulders when she entered her father’s woods. Tall trees welcomed her under their canopy, offering her protection, while a carpet of yellow lesser celandine, with their shiny star-like flowers and dark green heart-shaped leaves, tickled her ankles as she walked amongst them.

Hope, child, is one of the most important things in life. With hope, we take the next step forward.

I always have hope,

The time has passed for secrets. Today we fly for real.

Matilda threw some grain onto the ground for the chickens. A smile flitted across her lips at the thought that she’d saved these last six chickens from the oaf’s mad obsession with collecting feathers