How beautiful the old Glen was, in its August ripeness, with its chain of bowery old homesteads, tilled meadows and quiet gardens. The western sky was like a great golden pearl. Far down the harbour w...
How are you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?
He pipes—he pipes—and we must follow—Jem and Carl and Jerry and I—round and round the world. Listen— listen—can't you hear his wild music? The girls shivered.
He never had any sense of decorum … always kissing his wife in the most unsuitable places!' (Are you sure you kiss me in suitable places, Gilbert? I'm afraid Mrs. Gibson would think the nape of the ne...
He began to speak dreamily, partly because he wanted to thrill his companions a little, partly because something apart from him seemed to be speaking through his lips. The Piper is coming nearer, he s...
Having adventures comes natural to some people, said Anne serenely. You just have a gift for them or you haven't.
Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.
For spring is just around the corner and I have forgotten everything but gladness.
Flour is so essential to cakes, you know.
Felicity, if I die from the effects of eating sawdust pudding, flavoured with needles, you'll be sorry you ever said such a thing to your poor old uncle, said Uncle Roger reproachfully.
Everything that's worth having is some trouble - Anne Shirley
Every morn is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new,
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
Dreams don’t often come true, do they? Wouldn’t it be nice if they did?
Don't you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant? Oh, yes, lots of them—over yonder, said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harb...
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
Does the Power that runs the universe think us of more importance than we think ants?You forget that an infinite Power must be infinitely little as well as infinitely great. We are neither, therefore...
Do you know what? I think the evening star is a lighthouse on the land where the fairies dwell.
Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods and musty hills, cold salt air from the water, rest, quiet, silence...