I'm afraid of those cows,' protested poor Dora, seeing a prospect of escape.'The very idea of your being scared of those cows,' scoffed Davy. 'Why, they're both younger than you.
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!
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...
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...
That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.
I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Ma...
Do you know, Mrs. Allan, I'm thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much. True friendship is a very helpful thing indeed, said Mrs. Allan, and we should have a very high ideal of it , and neve...
Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them , parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.
It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?
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...
I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.
I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.
Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to.
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.
Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy, assured Anne.
We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27
Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.
It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.
