Mrs. Lynde says Mrs. Wrights grandfather stole a sheep but Marilla says we mustent speak ill of the dead. Why mustent we, Anne? I want to know. It's pretty safe ain't it?
After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone, curtained with fine-spun, moonlit gloom, while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind.
You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.
I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.
Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?
All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.
I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better - the knack of making people like me.
People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.
Anne looked at the white young mother with a certain awe that had never entered into her feelings for Diana before. Could this pale woman with the rapture in her eyes be the little black-curled, rosy-cheeked Diana she had played with in vanished schooldays? It gave her a queer desolate feeling that she herself somehow belonged only in those past years and had no business in the present at all.
I love them, they are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.
Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.
Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.
She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin.
I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he COULD be wicked and WOULDN'T.
Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.
Besides, I've been feeling a little blue - just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.
I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne--I'd give them a chance. There are some terrible bad men the world, I suppose, but you'd have to go a long piece to find them...But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us. Keep on writing, Anne.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?
It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant…
There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.
Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so - but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to.
I've been feeling a little blue - just a pale, elusive azure.
We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
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