The trouble is you and Mrs Lynde don’t understand each other. That is always what is wrong when people don’t like each other. – Anne Shirley.
Did she think ginger cookies a substitute for impassioned longings and mad, wild, glamorous adventures?
Well, I should like to see you go to college, Anne, but if you never do, don’t grow discontented about it. We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... college can only help us do it more easily.
How terrible it would be to be doing something you didn’t like every day.
It’s a pretty good world, after all, isn’t it, Marilla?” concluded Anne happily. “Mrs. Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn’t much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed... perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don’t always come up to your expectations either... they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.
Soul-ache doesn’t worry folks near as much as stomach-ache.
Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods... of the shore... of the meadows... of the night... of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread are different. I’m sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.
In life, as in dreams, however, things often go by contraries.
Josie is a Pye,” said Marilla sharply, “so she can’t help being disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don’t know what it is any more than I know the use of thistles.
The tinkles of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elfin chimes through the frosty air, but their music was not sweeter than the song in Anne’s heart and on her lips.
Isn’t it splendid there are so many things to like in this world?
Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was – this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond. No dream had ever been like this. She was no longer solitary. She was one of a vast sisterhood – all the women who had ever loved in the world.
One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs.
No matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world.
I don’t seem to be like other girls, Judy. They all want to go to college and have a career. I don’t... I just want to stay at Silver Bush and help you and mother. There’s work for me here, Judy... you know there is. Mother isn’t strong. As for being educated... I shall be well educated... love educates, Judy.
They had a sort of talent for happiness.
I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you... We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other – and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.
Anne was kneeling at the west gable window watching the sunset sky that was like a great flower with petals of crocus and a heart of fiery yellow.
If you please, Great-Aunt Nancy,” said Emily deliberately, “I don’t like to be told I look like other people. I look just like myself.
When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn’t mean for us to imagine them away.