Yesterday she had been all her own. Now she was this man's.
What a starved, unloved life she had had—a life of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the lines of Anne's history and divine the truth.
Valancy was perfectly happy. Some things dawn on you slowly. Some things come by lightning flashes. Valancy had had a lightning flash. She knew quite well now that she loved Barney. Yesterday she had...
Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew 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 dow...
To dispair is to turn your back on God.
Time is kinder than we think,' thought Anne. 'It's a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years...hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.
There was a faint chill in the air of the early September evening, so Anne had lighted her ever ready fire of driftwood in the big living room, and she and Miss Cornelia basked in its fairy flicker. I...
There are lots of things that never go by rule,There’s a powerful pile o’ knowledgeThat you never get at college,There are heaps of things you never learn at school.
Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where...
The path of genius never did run smooth. But have another piece av cake--do, just to show there's something human about you.Ve, merry ti. O del re dolman cosey aman ri sen ritter. That means, 'No, tha...
The old enchantment had gone. She saw him as she had never seen him before - as her clan had always seen him. A handsome fellow, who thought every girl who looked at him fell in love with him; shallow...
Spring had come once more to Green Gables-the beautiful, capricious Canadian spring, lingering along through April and may in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles...
She was an excellent target for teasing because she always took things so seriously.
Seems to me you must always have been afraid to be young. It takes courage, I can tell you that,
Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure.
Really, Nan could be very odious when she liked. Yet somehow she [Gay] didn't hate her as before. She felt very indifferent to her. She found herself looking at her with cool, appraising eyes, seeing...
Pigs MAY whistle, but they've poor mouths for it, said Miss Cornelia.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps. . . perhaps....
On one side, across the channel, stretched the silvery sand shore of the bar; on the other extended a long, curving beach of red cliffs, rising steeply from the pebbled coves. It was a shore that knew...
On Monday I received a letter from Golden Days, a Philadelphia juvenile, accepting a short story I had sent there and enclosing a cheque for five dollars. It was the first money my pen had ever earned...