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...
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.
Anne tried to picture Mrs. Skinner on speaking terms with romance and failed.
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...
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—i...
We mustn't let next week rob us of this week's joy.
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.
The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.
The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them
The greatest happiness [...] is to sneeze when you want to.
The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.
Shirley!
She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his...
Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.
Out of your world perhaps, Susan — but not out of mine,' said Anne with a faint smile.
Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after a while and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.
Oh, aren't you glad it is spring? The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.
Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.