Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.
How wicked I was to wish that something dramatic would happen!' she thought. 'Oh, if we could only have those dear, monotonous, pleasant days back again! I would *never* grumble about them again.
He was a cat of double personality - or else, as Susan vowed, he was possessed by the devil.
God is in His heaven. All is right in the world.
Don't let them make anything of you but yourself, that's all.
Diana: Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you were the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie.Anne: He did?Diana: He told Charlie being smart was better than being good looking.Anne: I should h...
You'll find that trickery of the mind is just as potent as trickery of deed
Silent. Walter had been reading again that day in his beloved book of myths and he remembered how he had once fancied the Pied Piper coming down the valley on an evening
Looking down
It with an E. We had recitations this afternoon. I just wish you could have been there to hear me recite 'Mary, Queen of Scots.' I just put my whole soul into it. Ruby Gillis told me coming home that...
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.' Oh,
Him life just as much as you did, Mrs. Dr. dear, Susan was wont to say. He is just as much my baby as he is yours. And, indeed, it was always to Susan that Shirley ran, to
Get out on the rocks or the fields or the water and spout them. Captain Jim had come up that afternoon to bring Anne a load of shells for her garden, and a little bunch of sweet-grass which he had fou...
You may tire of reality, but you never tire of dreams
Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home.
Whenever he got stuck for an idea, he would bang the Bible and shout very bitterly, 'Curse ye Meroz.' Poor Meroz got thoroughly cursed that day, whoever he was, Mrs. Dr. dear, said Susan.
To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!
There was nobody else —there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
There are moments when we have real fun because, just for the moment, we don't think about things and then--we remember--and the remembering is worse than thinking of it all the time would have been.
Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall ye...