You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholes...
I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.
I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, said Jane. Oh, I can easily understand that, said Anne thoughtfully. I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing...
…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's...
We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have ot...
We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27
We always hate people who surprise our secrets…
Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?
You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.
The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.
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...
Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…
Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!
It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.
It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?
It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla.Anne glowed.'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This wo...
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