She has no serious ideals at all-her sole aspiration seems to be to have a good time.
More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.
I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily.'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'On...
Fear is the original sin, suddenly said a still, small voice away back—back—back of Valancy’s consciousness. Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of some...
Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.
A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.
A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a s...
…but youth yearned to youth.
The stars twinkled through the fir-trees and right and left the harbour range-lights shone like great earth stars. Presently a moon rose and there was a sparkling trail over the harbour like a lady's...
The faint laughter of winds was always about them and the colors of Mistawis, imperial and spiritual, under the changing clouds, were something that cannot be expressed in mere words. Shadows, too. Cl...
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.
Teddy was feeling as miserable and impotently angry as any male creature does when two women are quarreling about him in his presence. He wished himself a thousand miles away.
Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them , parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.
She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie?About half a dozen, my dear.
If I had my way I'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure, Anne, said Gilbert in the tone that meant danger ahead. Then you would be very unwise, rejoined Anne hastily. I'm sure...
Afterall, Anne had said to Marilla once, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little...
It has been a Prosy day for us, but for some people it has been a wonderful day. Someone was rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today- a great poem written- or a gre...
What is to be will be, and what isn't to be happens sometimes.
There is no such thing as freedom on earth, he said. Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of...
The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing o...