I didn't really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted. Yes, the fairies still abide here. I vow I could find scores of them under the viol...
I believe you! Miss Ellen nodded. Mark my words, Mr. Meredith, that man is going to fight somebody yet. He's ACHING to. He is going to set the world on fire. If
I am afraid to speak or move for the fear all this wonderful beauty will vanish just like a broken silence
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view,
How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead, said Anne,
How can I be vain when I know I'm homely? protested Anne. I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I...
How beautiful it was, lying embowered in the twilight of the old trees; the tops of the loftiest sources came out in purple silhouette against the north-western sky of rose and amber; down behind it t...
He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
He makes up the most remarkable yarns - and then his mother shuts him up in the closet for telling stories. And he sits down and makes up another one, and has it ready to relate to her when she lets h...
Grief is ever proud.
Green Gables has been translated into Swedish and Dutch. My copy of the Swedish edition always gives me the inestimable boon of a laugh. The cover design is a full length figure of Anne, wearing a sun...
Gilbert, having tried to please both sides, succeeded, as is usual and eminently right, in pleasing neither.
Gilbert stretched himself out on the ferns beside the Bubble and lookedapprovingly at Anne. If Gilbert had been asked to describe his idealwoman the description would have answered point for point to...
Freedom!’ Mrs. Lynde sniffed. ‘Freedom! Don’t talk like a Yankee, Anne.
For there is no bond more lasting than that formed bythe mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from
Flowers spring to blossom where she walksThe careful ways of duty,Our hard, stiff lines of life with her
Fancies are like shadows . . . you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
Excuse me, said Mr. Meredith, as it it did not matter much. He turned up the marriage service and got through with it, but the bride never felt quite properly married for the rest of her life.
Everything that's worth having is some trouble…
Every one has some fault but also some virtue … something that distinguishes it from all the others … gives it a personality. I