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
Ought always to try to influence other people for good.
Now another illusion has been stripped from my eyes and I feel as if there wasn't such a thing as real true friendship in the world.
Gets up and testifies every night, and cheats the very
Chores to do. Now, you—
And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided there time.
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.
Yes; but cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good,
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...
When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying...
Well, the Story Girl was right. 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...
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 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. Life is rich and full here...everywhere...if we can only learn ho...
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.
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...