November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a...
I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
[...] Cousin Jimmy gave me a whole dollar on the sly last week. I wish he had not given me so much. It worrys me. It is an awful responsibility. It will be so diffikult to spend it wisely also without...
I have it lots of time--whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it--let me see--the W...
I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay...
Cousin Jimmy says that a man in Priest Pond says the end of the world is coming soon. I hope it won't come till I've seen everything in it.
The folks who lived before me have done so much for me that I want to show my gratitude by doing something for the folks who will live after me.
You've all been so sure that life is good that I've never been able to disbelieve it. Never will be able to.
But maybe everything'll go all right. In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take what ever God sends.
I never hear about dear Mike. I wrote Ellen Greene and asked about him and she replyed and never mentioned Mike but told me all about her roomatism. As if I cared about her roomatism.
…hate's got to be a disease with me.
True friends are always together in spirit.
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elflan...
An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind.
Well, it all comes to this, there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is to live in our own.
That is one good thing about this world...there are always sure to be more springs.
You are the only person who loves me in the world, said Elizabeth. When you talk to me I smell violets.
What's the matter with you, Penny? You're not as good looking as you generally believe you are.
Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?' and I said, 'Yes, when I am rich and famous.' and Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Yes, when the moon is made of green cheese.
After all, Anne had said to Marilla once, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little...