Rosemary was quite used to being warned by Ellen from philandering if she so much as talked five minutes to any marriageable man under eighty or over eighteen. She had always laughed at the warning wi...
Perhaps she had not succeeded in inspiring any wonderful ambitions in her pupils, but she had taught them, more by her own sweet personality than by all her careful precepts, that it was good and nece...
People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.
One can always find something lovely to look at or listen to,' said Anne.
Oh, I wish we had the old days back again, exclaimed Jem. I'd love to be a soldier—a great, triumphant general. I'd give EVERYTHING to see a big battle. Well,
Oh hearts that loved in the good old way have been out of fashion this many a day
Now, Anne Shirley, for pity’s sake don’t fly up into the air. The warning seemed not unnecessary, so uplifted and aerial was Anne’s expression and attitude as she sprang to her feet, her face irradiat...
None of us ever do, said Mrs. Allan with a sigh. But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, 'Not failure but low aim is crime.' We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite s...
No, I don't want you to kiss me--yet. And our first kiss mustn't have the flavour of good-bye. It would be a bad omen. Star o' Morning, I'm sorry you're going. But I'll see you again before long.
Never, if you can help it, be the bringer of ill news,
Mr. Harrison was certainly different from other people…and that is the essential characteristic of a crank, as everybody knows.
Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me, she admitted. You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dear...
Like all woods, it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses,—secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking.
Leslie turned herself about passionately.
Just imagine -- this night week I'll be in Avonlea -- delightful thought! said Anne, bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde's quilts. But just imagine -- this night week I'll...
John Meredith walked slowly home. At first he thought a little about Rosemary, but by the time he reached Rainbow Valley he had forgotten all about her and was meditating on a point regarding German t...
Jeśli potrafisz spędzić z kimś pół godziny w zupełnym milczeniu i nie czuć przy tym wcale skrepowania, ty i osoba ta możecie zostać przyjaciółmi. Jeśli zaś milczenie będzie wam ciążyło, jesteście sobi...
I’m like Kipling’s cat — I walk by my wild lone and wave my wild tail where so it pleases me.
It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them,
It's snowing some today and Marilla says the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is the old woman in the sky God's wife, Anne? I want to know. Mrs.