There's always a piece of unfinished work left,' said Mrs. Lynde, with tears in her eyes. 'But I supposed there's always some one to finish it.
There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when the...
There is some good in every person if you can find it. It is a teacher's duty to find and develop it.
There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves—so
There is nothing but meetings and partings in this world - Anne Shirley
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, ‘If you can’t thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.
The knowledge of that land's geography…'east o' the sun, west o' the moon'…is priceless lore, not to be bought in any market place. It must be the gift of the good fairies at birth and the years can n...
The greatest happiness [...] is to sneeze when you want to.
That's the worst…or the best…of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable…and succeeding…even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic.
Tempest had made up his mind on considered opinion to shoot himself that night. He had nearly done it the night before, but he had reflected that he might as well wait till after the levee. He wanted,...
Talk to me, Roger. Don't ask me to talk - I can't - but just talk to me.Roger, to his own surprise, found that he could. He had never talked much to Gay before. He had always felt that he could talk o...
Surprised
She will love deeply, she will suffer terribly, she will have glorious moments to compensate.
She was as intense in her hatreds as in her loves.
She spoke out, with plainness and directness. When you had to deal a mortal blow, why try to lighten it?
She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.
She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose were scattered by a sudden little wind. Summer was over --- it was Aut...
She could keep her silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.
Peter was going to die—to DIE.
Oh, of course there's a resk in marrying anybody, conceded Charlotta the Fourth, but, when all's said and done, Miss Shirley, ma'am, there's many a worse thing than a husband.