100 things #3: Liesl von Trapp
May. 4th, 2012 09:58 amI'm Liesl. I'm sixteen years old, and I don't need a governess.

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I'm Liesl. I'm sixteen years old, and I don't need a governess.
I'm Liesl. I'm sixteen years old, and I don't need a governess.
I'm Liesl. I'm sixteen years old, and I don't need a governess.
"That is true-and I do try- but it seems to me there is something beyond words-any words-all words-something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it- and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t reached for it…. Oh, that ‘random word’- that is the Something that escapes me. I’m always listening for it- I know I can never hear it- my ear isn’t attuned to it- but I am sure I hear at times a little, faint, far-off echo of it- and it makes me feel a delight that is like pain and a despair of ever being able to translate its beauty into any words I know.”
— Emily Climbs, L.M. Montgomery
"That is true-and I do try- but it seems to me there is something beyond words-any words-all words-something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it- and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t reached for it…. Oh, that ‘random word’- that is the Something that escapes me. I’m always listening for it- I know I can never hear it- my ear isn’t attuned to it- but I am sure I hear at times a little, faint, far-off echo of it- and it makes me feel a delight that is like pain and a despair of ever being able to translate its beauty into any words I know.”
— Emily Climbs, L.M. Montgomery
"That is true-and I do try- but it seems to me there is something beyond words-any words-all words-something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it- and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t reached for it…. Oh, that ‘random word’- that is the Something that escapes me. I’m always listening for it- I know I can never hear it- my ear isn’t attuned to it- but I am sure I hear at times a little, faint, far-off echo of it- and it makes me feel a delight that is like pain and a despair of ever being able to translate its beauty into any words I know.”
— Emily Climbs, L.M. Montgomery