There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually e...
There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)
Shirley!
She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.
One does not sleep well, sometimes, when one is twenty-nine on the morrow, and unmarried, in a community and connection where the unmarried are simply those who have failed to get a man.
Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.
Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.
Let's sum up... a little house, white and green or to be made so... with trees, preferably birch and spruce... a window looking seaward... on a hill. That sounds very possible... but there is one othe...
Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won't pay you anything, and growls if you ask for a share in the...
I wish I was back in Toronto, I said sulkily. The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish. I wish you were, I'm sure, said Felicity, riddling the fire noisily. Any one who lives with you, Felicity King,...
I love a book that makes me cry.
But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?
Better a dinner of herbs where your chums are than a stalled ox in a lonely boardinghouse.
Any human companionship, even the dearest and most perfect, would have been alien to her then. She was sufficient unto herself, needing not love nor comradeship nor any human emotion to round out her...
And there was always the bend in the road!
And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy, assured Anne.
Of course it's better to be good. I know it ism but it's sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it.
Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be--to me in all events--a terrible thing without books.
Thank you—but—but—I think I'd rather go right back and take the letter to father, faltered Una. You see, he'll be glad that much SOONER, Miss West. I see, said Rosemary. She went to the house, wrote a...
Saw that button and the peace of the Ladies' Aid was upset for weeks. Carl had the clear, bright, dark-blue eyes, fearless and direct, of his dead mother, and her brown hair with its glints of gold. H...