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 is nothing but meetings and partings in this world
There had been no snow up to this time, but as Diana crossed the old log bridge on her homeward way the white flakes were beginning to flutter down over the fields and woods, russet and gray in their...
Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young heart.
The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.
The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.
The tinkles of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elfin chimes through the frosty air, but their music was not sweeter than the song in Anne's heart and on her lips.
The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. —LONGFELLOW
The other day Nan said, 'Nothing can ever be quite the same for any of us again.' It made me feel rebellious. Why shouldn't things be the same again - when everything is over and Jem and Jerry are bac...
The other day I found this statement in a book. 'Her voice would have made the multiplication table charming!' I thought of it when I heard yours. I didn't believe it before, but I do now.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth. That
The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.
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...
The Avenue, so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over with huge, wide-spreading apple-trees, planted years ago by an eccentric ol...
That Anne-girl improves all the time, she said. I get tired of other girls—there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the pretti...
Thanksgiving should be celebrated in the spring...I think it would be ever so much better than having it in November when everything is dead or asleep. Then you have to remember to be thankful; but in...
She is just a perfect angel, while I am only angelic in spots and demonic in other spots.
Remember it is harder still To have no work to do,
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.
Our sacrifice is greater than his, cried Rilla passionately. Our boys give only themselves. We give them.