For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and...
Felicity and Dan began a bickering which they kept up the entire day. Felicity had a natural aptitude for what we called bossing, and in her mother's absence she deemed that she had a right to rule su...
Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I
Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?
Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can't be sober and serious - everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of
But you needn't try to make us believe you can chloroform a cat, laughed Anne. It was all the fault of the knothole, protested Phil. It was a good thing the knothole was there, said Aunt Jamesina rath...
But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful up back - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights w...
But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.
Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills...
At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.
Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts.
Anne had no sooner uttered the phrase, home o'dreams, than it captivated her fancy and she immediately began the erection of one of her own. It was, of course, tenanted by an ideal master, dark, proud...
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold,...
…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's...
Човек свиква на всичко, дори и с обесване, както казват ирландците.
When you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while
When you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while—and
Was not a pleasant day, and to make matters worse it rained until late in the afternoon. The Story Girl had not recovered from the mortifications of the previous day; she would not talk, and she would...
The dark is your friend, isn’t it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy . . . and it glowers in at you resentfully.