Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive- it's such an interesting world.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
I wonder if perfume could set a man drunk.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.
I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died...
First came a delightful thrill, as of something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance.
When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite--always.
It's so easy to be happy on a day like this.
Anne, who was perched on the edge of the veranda, enjoying the charm of a mild west wind blowing across a newly ploughed field on a gray November twilight and piping a quaint little melody among the t...
Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, You are sweet, and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between th...
I think this story-writing business is the foolishest yet, scoffed Marilla. You'll get a pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put to your lessons. Reading stories is bad enou...
Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old...
But I'll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne, said Gilbert sadly. It will be three years before I'll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls.A...
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
Ithink we all experience the same thing. We resent thethought that anything can please us when someone we loveis no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost
Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another on...
Mrs. Hammon told me that God made my hair red on purpose and I haven't card for him since.
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let...
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?