If I had my way I'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure, Anne, said Gilbert in the tone that meant danger ahead. Then you would be very unwise, rejoined Anne hastily. I'm sure...
I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily.'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'On...
I thought out a splendid prayer after I went to bed,
I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment…
I don’t want to talk as much,’ she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. ‘It’s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one’s heart, like treasures.
Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
Bukan kegagalan yang merupakan kejahatan, tapi cita-cita yang dangkal.
Afterall, Anne had said to Marilla once, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little...
She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.
We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.
I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination
The faint laughter of winds was always about them and the colors of Mistawis, imperial and spiritual, under the changing clouds, were something that cannot be expressed in mere words. Shadows, too. Cl...
The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…
That boy ought to sleep with a rubber band around his head to train his ears not to stick out. I had a beau once who did that and it improved him immensely.
Teddy was feeling as miserable and impotently angry as any male creature does when two women are quarreling about him in his presence. He wished himself a thousand miles away.
She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.
She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them
She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie?About half a dozen, my dear.
Piper
Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring. The