Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.
Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.
It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.
Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it isn't - it's firmly fastened at one end.
Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?
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.
There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.
Now, Anne, don't look as if you were trying to understand. Seventeen can't understand.
Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!
It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky - up, up, up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.
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.
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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