And two years ago this morning I woke wondering what delightful gift the new day would give me. These are the two years I thought would be filled with fun.''Would you exchange them - now - for two yea...
And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
And 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?
And on Inkerman yet the wild bramble is gory, And those bleak heights henceforth shall be famous in story,' quoted
And be very careful what friends you make. You never know what sort of creatures are in them colleges. Outwardly they may be as whited sepulchers and inwardly as ravening wolves, that’s what.
And anyhow I’d always be too tired at night to bother saying prayers. People who have to look after twins can’t be expected to say their prayers. Now,
Am i talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.
All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years—each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.
All life lessons are not learned at college, she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
Again Anne shivered. How terrible … sitting opposite each other at table … lying down beside each other at night … going to church with their babies to be christened … and hating each other through it...
After all, it is fairy tales the world wants. Real life is all the real life we want. Give us something better in books.
APRIL CAME TIPTOEING IN BEAUTIFULLY that year with sunshine and soft winds for a few days; and then a driving northeast snowstorm dropped a white blanket over the world
A — a what kind of friend? A bosom friend — an intimate friend, you know — a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I
A magic casement opening on the foamOf perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn,
A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.
1906 Anne of Green Gables is rejected by four publishers. Montgomery puts the manuscript away in a hatbox.
…I'm afraid Katherine likes me so much now that she can't always like me as much…
Whenever we think of anything thatis a trial to us we should also think of somethingnice that we can set over against it.
When the darkness is close to us it is a friend. But when we sorter push it away from us—divorce ourselves from it, so to speak, with lantern light—it becomes an enemy.
When common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.