When it was all over, Margaret's father and mother forgave her, and she went back home to wait—to WAIT. Oh, it is so dreadful just to WAIT, and do nothing else. Margaret waited for nearly a year. How...
When he said good evening you felt that it was a good evening and that it was partly his doing that it was.
Well,
Well, one must be a slave to something in this kind of a world,' he said.
Well, one can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once, said Anne gaily. You see, I was little for fourteen years and I’ve only been grown-uppish for scarcely three. I’m sure I shall al...
Well, I won't. Ludovic Speed and Theodora Dix live in Middle Grafton and Mrs. Rachel says he has been courting her for a hundred years. Won't they soon be too old to get married, Anne? I hope Gilbert...
Well, I don't know, said the Story Girl thoughtfully. I think there are two kinds of true thing - true things that , and true things that are , but be.
Well now, I dunno
Welcome to Prince Edward Island, home of the irrepressible Anne Shirley!
Valancy, your poor father would turn over in his grave if he could hear you, said Mrs. Frederick.I dare say he would like that for a change, said Valancy brazenly
Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was someone who needed her – someone she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new.
They were all there, squatted in the little open glade—Faith and Una, Jerry and Carl, Jem and Walter, Nan and Di, and Mary Vance. They had been having a special celebration, for it would be Jem's last...
They were all growing so fast. In just a few short years they would be all young men and women...youth tiptoe...expectant...a-star with its sweet wild dreams...little ships sailing out of safe harbor...
There's something taking about her, conceded Miss Cornelia. You never see her but she's laughing, and somehow it always makes you want to laugh too. She can't even keep a straight face in church. Una...
There's all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.
There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't.
There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.
There are--plenty--without you.That isn't the point, Rilla-my-Rilla. I'm going for my own sake--to save my soul alive. It will shrink to something small and mean and lifeless if I don't go. That would...
There are times, Anne dearie, when I know by your eyes that YOUR soberness is put on like a garment and you're really aching to do something wild and young again.
There are some people to whom life will never be anything more than a kitchen garden; and there are others to whom it will always be a royal palace with domes and minarets of rainbow fancy.