I'd rather look like you than be pretty.
I'd rather look like you than be pretty.
When a man don't know his own mind, Miss Shirley, ma'am, how's a poor woman going to be sure of it?
If a kiss could be seen it would look like a violet.
I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.
I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
I've come home in love with loneliness
Mr. Harrison was certainly different from other people…and that is the essential characteristic of a crank, as everybody knows.
Now, Anne, don't look as if you were trying to understand. Seventeen can't understand.
Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.
Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep.
One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.
She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.
But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.
She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.
Everything that's worth having is some trouble…
That's the worst…or the best…of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable…and succeeding…even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic.
How sympathetic you look, Anne…as sympathetic as only seventeen can look.
There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.
I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.
There is another bend in the road after this.No one knows what will happen.
I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.
Well, one can't get over the habit of being a liitle girl all at once.
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