Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.
Who is Mrs. Ford? asked Una wonderingly. Oh,
We mustn't let next week rob us of this week's joy.
We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.
They can laugh when things go wrong. I like that. Anyone can laugh when it's all smooth sailing.
The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn't enough imagination.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.
The Blue Chest of Rachel Ward was another ower-true tale. Rachel Ward was Eliza Montgomery, a cousin of my father's, who died in Toronto a few years ago. The blue chest was in the kitchen of Uncle Joh...
That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely...
That doesn't sound very attractive, laughed Anne. I like people to have a little nonsense about them.
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…
Since ever the world was spinningAnd till the world shall endYou've your man in the beginningOr you have him in the end,But to have him from start to finishAnd neither nor borrow nor lendIs what all o...
Shirley, the little brown boy, as he was known in the family Who's Who, was asleep in Susan's arms. He was brown-haired, brown-eyed and brown-skinned, with very rosy cheeks, and he was Susan's especia...
She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
Rilla's heart skipped a beat - or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did.
Prose, rightly written and read, is sometimes as beautiful as poetry.
People who have to look after twins can't be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?
Our library isn't very extensive, said Anne, but every book in it is a friend. We've picked our books up through the years, here and there, never buying one until we had first read it and knew that it...
One can't stay sad for long in such an interesting world, can one?
Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm an...