Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then, to be anything worth being called Time.
Anyhow, we've decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it.
Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into innocent italics when occasion required. What
Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.
And yet … it's the little things that fret the holes in life … like moths … and ruin it.
And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.
Ah, well, let's not borrow trouble; the rate of interest is too high.
A country Sabbath is suggestive of rest and peace and quiet--sleepy blue skies, shadows golden and green, sunny fields, and the pink and snow of apple blossoms. June is at her height of radiant loveli...
A Good Imagination Gone Wrong
People who don't like cats, said Valancy, attacking her dessert with a relish, always seem to think that there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.
…unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.
You think, Rilla,' mother said quietly—far too quietly—'that it was right to spend so much for a hat, especially when the need of the world is so great?' 'I paid for it out of my own allowance, mother...
Wrung were yet fair little maidens a-star with hopes and dreams. Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the...
Wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but tho...
Wonder if Mr. Alec Davis would come back and ha'nt me if I threw a stone at the urn on top of his tombstone, said Jerry. Mrs. Davis would, giggled Faith. She just watches us in church like a cat watch...
What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
Triumphant general. I'd give EVERYTHING to see a big battle. Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle
To hike along a deep-rutted, pebbly lane in frail, silver-hued slippers with high French heels, is not an exhilirating experience.
She drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faint...
Relish.