It's no wonder we can't understand the grown-ups, said the Story Girl indignantly, because we've never been grown-up ourselves. But THEY have been children, and I don't see why they can't understand u...
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, is it?
It was sad, tragic—and true! Heaven could not be what Ruby had been used to. There had been nothing in her gay, frivolous life, her shallow ideals and aspirations, to fit her for that great change, or...
It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.
It really was dreadful to be so different from other people... and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were being strayed from another star.
It must be admitted frankly that Aunt Becky was not particularly beloved by her clan. She was too fond of telling them what she called the plain truth. And, as Uncle Pippin said, while the truth was a...
It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own
It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.
It is a start, and I mean to keep on, I find written in my old journal of that year.
It had been so ugly, and Walter hated ugliness.
It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn’t it?
It doesn't matter if a man does use bad grammar so long as he is a good provider and doesn't go poking round the pantry to see how much sugar you've used in a week.
It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em,
It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em, said
In two more years I’ll be really grown up. It’s a great comfort to think that I’ll be able to use big words then without being laughed at. Ruby
In life, as in dreams, however, things often go by contraries
In everything you do aim to excel for what is worth doing is worth doing well
I've no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever. Just like a man.
I've always thought nobody understood me quite as well as I understood myself.
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.