Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth
That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne,
Shirking responsibilities is the curse of our modern life—the secret of all the unrest and discontent that is seething in the world.
Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, br...
Even eighty-odd is sometimes vulnerable to vanity.
Despair is a free man—hope is a slave.
A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.
Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship...
There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)
Still Anne said nothing, several times over.
She has no serious ideals at all-her sole aspiration seems to be to have a good time.
Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.
Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.
It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.
It doesn't seem FAIR, said Anne rebelliously. Babies are born and live where they are not wanted-where they will be neglected-where they have no chance. I would have loved my baby so-and cared for it...
If the bards of old the true has toldThe sirens have raven hair.But over the earth since art had birth,They paint the angels fair.
I shall always end my stories happily. I don't care whether it's 'true to life' or not. It's true to life as it should be, and that's a better truth than the other.
Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.