When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.
What care I if it be wild and improbable and lacking in literary art? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should inter...
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.
Well, we could have a jolly funeral, you know, said Dan. We looked at him in such horror that Dan hastened to apologize.
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...
We miss so much out of life if we do not love. The more we love the richer life is.
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'll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world-love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colours a...
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...
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 lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU,
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.
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...
Oh, Charlotta dear, I'd have told you all about it if it were my secret...but it's Miss Lavendar's, you see. However, I'll tell you this much...and if nothing comes of it you must never breathe a word...
Marilla loved the [more grown up] girl as much as she had loved the child, but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss.
Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs of existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently understanding that the equally...
Making a--new--excuse me. Did you say language?Yes.What's the matter with English? Isn't it good enough for you, you incomprehensible little being?
ME.