“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
I seem to have a thing for quotes about love the last couple of weeks. But I found this one, and absolutely love it. Anne of Avonlea is one of my childhood books. I wanted to be Anne. I wanted to live in her village and fall in love. This quote speaks to how I see love and romance. We should not expect all the fiery love-at-first-sight nonsense. Instead, look for the love that creeps up on you. The one that has been there growing, but you have been too busy to notice. There you just might find your one true love.