We'll just sit here," said Barney, "and if we think of anything worth while saying we'll say it. Otherwise, not. Don't imagine you're bound to talk to me.""John Foster says," quoted Valancy, "'If you...
No sabes reconocer el amor. Has imaginado el amor como una sensación determinada y quieres que en la vida real sea así.
No, I've neither wife nor progeny, Miss Plum. I've often tried to get married, but something always prevented. Sometimes everyone was willing but the girl herself. Sometimes nobody was willing.
No... it’s lovely here when the dark is your friend, isn’t it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy... and it glowers in at you resentfully.
Non passa mai, per gli uomini e le nazioni, il tempo di rendersi ridicoli e venire alle mani.
The Story Girl was written in 1910 and published in 1911. It was the last book I wrote in my old home by the gable window where I had spent so many happy hours of creation. It is my own favourite amon...
Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that...
Nothing worth while is every easy come by.
Well, all I hope, said Miss Cornelia calmly, is that when I'm dead nobody will call me 'our departed sister.
We'll just sit here, said Barney, and if we think of anything worth while saying we'll say it. Otherwise, not. Don't imagine you're bound to talk to me.John Foster says, quoted Valancy, 'If you can si...
Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, said Emily breathlessly, when you hold the candle down like that it makes your face look just like a corpse! Oh, it's so interesting.
One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs.
There isn't any devil in a good dog. That's why they're more lovable than cats, I reckon. But I'm darned if they're as interesting.
People who haven't natural gumption never learn, retorted Aunt Jamesina, neither in college nor life. If they live to be a hundred they really don't know anything more than when they were born.
Gilbert would never have dreamed of writing a sonnet to her eyebrows. But then, Gilbert could see a joke. She had once told Roy a funny story—and he had not seen the point of it. She recalled the chum...
Our sacrifice is greater than his, cried Rilla passionately. Our boys give only themselves. We give them.
One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was—and love was everywhere.
Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it... yet.
Oh, of course he's good, agreed Anne. But he doesn't seem to get any comfort out of it. If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it.
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.
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