You were never poor as long as you had something to love.
You talk in the language of the violets.
Whenever he got stuck for an idea, he would bang the Bible and shout very bitterly, 'Curse ye Meroz.' Poor Meroz got thoroughly cursed that day, whoever he was, Mrs. Dr. dear, said Susan. The
Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it g...
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.
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...
The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.
The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in...
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 Reverend John Knox Meredith, Mrs. Dr. dear, said Susan, resolved not to let Miss Cornelia tell all the news. Is
People say men are interesting. They may be. But I shall never get well enough acquainted with any of them to find out.
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.
On a day like this there's no such word as fail in my bright lexicon.
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.
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...
Note: — One can do a great deal with appropriate smiles. I must study the subject carefully. The friendly smile — the scornful smile — the detached smile — the entreating smile — the common or garden...
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 matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world.
Mr. Harrison is an awful kind man. He's a real sociable man. I hope I'll be like him when I grow up. I mean BEHAVE like him…I don't want to LOOK like him.