She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile- as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold, instead of the grisly phantom she had dreaded... Anne, looking down through a mist of tears, at her old playfellow, thought she saw the face of God had meant Ruby to have, and remembered it so always.
I’ve always thought nobody understood me quite as well as I understood myself.
The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.
No, I’ve neither wife nor progeny, Miss Plum. I’ve often tried to get married, but something always prevented. Sometimes everyone was willing but the girl herself. Sometimes nobody was willing.
I love keeping house... it’s really a lovely phrase isn’t it? Keeping it... holding it fast against the world... against all the forces trying to tear it open.
Everybody is a little insane on some points.
I cannot remember the time when I was not writing, or when I did not mean to be a writer... I was an indefatigable scribbler.
She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck’s frantic purrs of joy and Banjo’s savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.
Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?
God is in heaven, all’s right with the world – Anne Shirley.
I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove ‘to fly away and be at rest,’ but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.
One forgets all through the year how lovely spring really is and so it comes as a surprise every time.
Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life – I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.
But the way girls roam over the earth now is something terrible. It always makes me think of Satan in the Book of Job, going to and fro and walking up and down.
There is a book of revelation in everyone’s life.
You couldn’t really expect a person to pray very well the first time she tried, could you?
Revenge hurts nobody quite so much as the one who tries to inflict it.
There is some good in every person if you can find it. It is a teacher’s duty to find and develop it.
It has been a prosy day for us,” she said thoughtfully, “but to some people it has been a wonderful day. Some one has been rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today – or a great poem written – or a great man born.
Oh, no, you did not, Mrs. Dr. dear,” said loyal Susan, determined to protect Anne from herself.