Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
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,...
He was one of your wicked, fascinating men. After he got married he left off being fascinating and just kept on being wicked.
Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?
Don't let them make anything of you but yourself, that's all.
Bohemian—a respectable sort of tramp.
Better a dinner of herbs where your chums are than a stalled ox in a lonely boardinghouse.
Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might...
All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves
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.
Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears
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...
[...] I grew up out of that strange, dreamy childhood of mine and went into the world of reality. I met with experiences that bruised my spirit - but they never harmed my ideal world. That was always...
You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave.
You could not fence with an antagonist who met rapier thrust with blow of battle axe.
What was Latin and the chance of tattooing compared to this?
We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27
Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
To be obliged to sit still when mental agony urges us to stride up and down is the refinement of torture.