Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn’t know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them.
Then Diana puts too many murders into [her stories]. She says most of the time she doesn’t know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them.
The trouble is you and Mrs Lynde don't understand each other. That is always what is wrong when people don't like each other. - Anne Shirley
The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr, remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. It is the most contented sound in the world.
Tact is a faculty for meandering around to a given point instead of making a bee-line.
Sure and ye’ve only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.
Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well but there is more 'scope for the imagination without them. - Anne Shirley
Strange, ain't it, how folks seem to resent anyone being born a mite cleverer than they be.
Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent.
She turned to Roy with her gayest expression. He smiled back at her with what Phil called his deep, black, velvety smile. Yet, she really did not see Roy at all. She was acutely conscious that Gilbert...
Sally says they’ll fight most of their time but that they’ll be happier fighting with each other than agreeing with anybody else. But I don’t think they’ll fight... much. I think it is just misunderst...
Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.
Podoba mi się człowiek, którego oczy mówią więcej niż wargi.
Oh, well, I won't call you 'Johnny' any more. After this I'll call you 'Sammy,' which was, of course, adding fuel to the fire.
Oh, no, you did not, Mrs. Dr. dear, said loyal Susan, determined to protect Anne from herself.
Of course it's better to be good. I know it is but it's sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it
Now, don't fly off the handle. Martha said the butcher at the Glen had no meat this week and she had to have something and the hens were all laying and too poor.
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped
Miss Barry, who was sitting behind them, leaned forward and poked Marilla in the back with her parasol.
Let your spirit soar to heaven with it whenever you use it, like the bird who once bore it.