But Gilbert's visits were not what they once were. Anne almost dreaded them. It was very disconcerting to look up in the midst of a sudden silence and find Gilbert's hazel eyes fixed upon her with a q...
Aunt Elizabeth, said Katherine one day, does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn't seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.
Anne felt instinctively that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
But it seems to me there is something beyond words--any words--all words--something that always escapes you when you try to grasp it--and yet leaves something in your hand which you wouldn't have had...
A little appreciation sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious bringing up in the world.
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...
I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be viol...
You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?
رفقة الأشجار ليست رفقة أثيرة
The unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den—walk up to a girl—a strange girl—an orphan girl—and demand of her why she wasn't a boy.
The right kind of a clock. One that did not hurry the hours away but ticked them off deliberately.
One can’t stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
Do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness, doesn't it?
Before them: the girls whose hearts were to be wrung were yet fair little maidens a-star with hopes and dreams.
Ancient handmaiden. The door opened directly
You lose so much out of life by being cynical
Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.
Yet he may have committed what might be considered far greater sins that yet would not inflict on any one a tithe of the humiliation which his teasing inflicted on a child's sensitive mind.
Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
When people ask me that absurd question Do you like children? I always feel like retorting - and sometimes do, if I think the questioner has brains enough to understand the retort - Why don't you ask...