I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.
I won’t be reasonable—I can’t be reasonable—I AM reasonable.
I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at...
I have got acquainted with Lofty John. Ilse is a great friend of his and often goes there to watch him working in his carpenter shop. He says he has made enough ladders to get to heaven without the pr...
Grandmother's voice was ice. They do not. Your mother has been happy all these years, till you began stirring up old memories. . She is daughter... no outsider shall ever come between us again... nei...
Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.
Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.
Death grows friendlier as we grow older.
CHAPTER XIV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT
But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes....
Anne looked at the white young mother with a certain awe that had never entered into her feelings for Diana before. Could this pale woman with the rapture in her eyes be the little black-curled, rosy-...
An imagination is a wonderful thing to have … but like every gift we must possess it and not let it possess us.
All your life Davy, you'll find yourself doing things you don't want to do - Anne Shirley
People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.
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 almostfeel as if we were unfaithfu...
Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears
…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.
…could not have understood what perverted shaped thwarted love can take.
…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.
We lost our son, Anne, as did many others, but we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring.