1908 June: Anne of Green Gables is published. It goes through six editions and sells 19,000 copies in its first six months.
Everybody has. It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.
I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.
…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.
Was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even i...
The golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind
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Flower breaths
You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.
You know there are some people, like Matthew and Mrs. Allen, that you can love right off without any trouble. And there are others, like Mrs. Lynde, that you have to try very hard to love. You know yo...
You have the whole world at your doorstep here, said John Meredith, with a long breath. What a view—what an outlook! At times I feel stifled down there in the Glen. You can breathe up here.
Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free. The most terrible and tremendous saying in the world, Jane… because we are all afraid of truth and afraid of freedom… that’s why we murdered...
Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible…and good? What would we find to talk about?
While the others chatted over their parcels Jean wrote her letter, and Jean could write delightful letters. She had a decided talent in that respect, and her correspondents all declared her letters to...
What was Latin and the chance of tattooing compared to this?
Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.
We went away, leaving Dan sitting on the door-sill reading his book, and Jimmy P. snoozing blissfully on the sofa. When we returned—Felix and the girls and I were ahead of the others—Dan was still sit...
We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out.
We make our own lives wherever we are, after all .
Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it... yet.