People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?
Open brow and his fearless eyes. There were thousands like him all over the land of the maple. Let the Piper
Odds?
Not true—it's not, gasped Rilla. The thing would be—ridiculous, said Gertrude Oliver—and then she laughed horribly. Susan,
Monstrosities of tall monuments and draped urns. One of the latter, the biggest and ugliest in the graveyard, was sacred to the memory of a certain Alec Davis who had been born a Methodist but had tak...
It would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?
It has taught me a lesson not to give my word of honor about cows.
Is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.
He world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure. This isn't poetry but it makes me feel the same way as poetry does.
Handmaiden of the Blythe family at Ingleside, never lost an opportunity of calling her Mrs. Marshall Elliott, with the most killing and pointed emphasis, as if
Eyes, golden-brown curls and crimson cheeks. She laughed too much to please her father's congregation and had shocked old Mrs. Taylor, the disconsolate spouse of several departed husbands, by saucily...
Everything is foreordained and it was bound to happen anyway. But even so, it’s nice to think one was an instrument used by predestination.
Every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever...
Eloquent. All the many familiar things that had once made life sweet had a flavour of bitterness now. Norman Douglas made periodical irruptions also, bullying and coaxing Ellen by turns. It would end,...
Can never get used to the way you mention the—the—that name, complained Felicity. To hear you speak of the Old Scratch any one would think he was just a common person.
But it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by a happiness that is not your own.
And the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den—walk up to a girl—a strange girl—an orphan girl—and demand of her why she wasn’t a boy.
And grim and faithful handmaiden of the Blythe family at Ingleside, never lost an opportunity of calling her Mrs. Marshall Elliott, with
And Jerry and I—round and round the world. Listen— listen—can't you hear his wild music? The girls shivered. You know you're only pretending, protested Mary Vance, and I wish you wouldn't. You make
Almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.