True friends are always together in spirit. (Anne Shirley)
I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.
But pearls are for tears, the old legend says, Gilbert had objected.I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when M...
Well, I should like to see you go to college, Anne, but if you never do, don't grow discontented about it. We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... college can only help us do it more easil...
Oh, she thought, how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!
The sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away fo...
When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life.
I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,’ but like a gull...
Jimmy Murray, you are an ass,' said Aunt Ruth, angrily.'Well, we're cousins,' agreed Cousin Jimmy pleasantly.
I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, said Jane. Oh, I can easily understand that, said Anne thoughtfully. I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing...
Gilbert laughed and clasped tighter the girlish hand that wore his ring. Anne's engagement ring was a circlet of pearls. She had refused to wear a diamond.I've never really liked diamonds since I foun...
We always hate people who surprise our secrets…
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
…you'll be spared an awful lot of trouble if you die young.
I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have...
That family of Elliotts has always been more stubborn than natteral. Marshall's brother Alexander had a dog he set great store by, and when it died the man actilly wanted to have it buried in the grav...
Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.
Steal not this book for fear of shameFor on it is the owners nameAnd when you die the Lord will sayWhere is the book you stole awayAnd when you say you do not knowThe Lord will say go down below.