It’s snowing some today and Marilla says the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is the old woman in the sky God’s wife, Anne? I want to know. “Mrs.
Many people have told me that they regretted Matthew’s death in Green Gables. I regret it myself. If I had the book to write over again I would spare Matthew for several years. But when I wrote it I thought he must die, that there might be a necessity for self-sacrifice on Anne’s part, so poor Matthew joined the long procession of ghosts that haunt my literary past.
It doesn’t matter if a man does use bad grammar so long as he is a good provider and doesn’t go poking round the pantry to see how much sugar you’ve used in a week.
She isn’t like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.
Good behavior in the first place is more important than theatrical apologies afterwards.
Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free – never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into eternity for a little space. All the rest of our years we are slaves to something – traditions – conventions – ambitions – relations.
Ye’ve only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.
Just think of all the great and noble souls who have lived and worked in the world. Isn’t it worthwhile to come after them and inherit what they won and taught? And think of all the great people in the world today! Isn’t it worthwhile to think we can share their inspiration? And the, all the great souls that will come in the future? Isn’t it worthwhile to work a little and prepare the way for them-make just one step in their path easier? – Anne Shirley.
We had a yelling contest there the other night to see which could yell the loudest. To my surprise I found I could. You never can tell what you can do till you try.
Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the “brave days of old,” which Jem longed for, were gone for ever, and that never would it be necessary for the sons of Canada to ride forth to battle “for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods.
Don’t give up all your romance Anne, a little of it is a good thing – not too much of course-but keep a little of it – Matthew Cuthbert.
People who have to look after twins can’t be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?
Marilla Cuthbert was driving into the yard as Anne returned from the house, and the latter flew to get tea ready. They discussed the matter at the tea table. “I’ll be glad when the auction is over,” said Marilla. “It is too much responsibility having so much stock about the place and nobody but that unreliable Martin to look after them. He has never come back yet and he promised that he would certainly be back last.
She said that everything had colour in her thought; the months of the year ran through all the tints of the spectrum, the days of the week were arrayed as Solomon in his glory, morning was golden, noon orange, evening crystal blue, and night violet. Every idea came to her mind robed in its own especial hue. Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm, conveying to the listeners’ perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music.
Folks say I’m good,” he remarked whimsically upon one occasion, “but I sometimes wish the Lord had made me only half as good and put the rest of it into looks. But there, I reckon He knew what He was about, as a good Captain should. Some of us have to be homely, or the purty ones – like Mistress Blythe here – wouldn’t show up so well.
It is hard to understand why work should be called a curse – until one remembers what bitterness forced or uncongenial labour is. But the work for which we are fitted – which we feel we are sent into the world to do – what a blessing it is and what fullness of joy it holds.
Peter was going to die – to DIE.
So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fullness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.
Oh, of course there’s a resk in marrying anybody,” conceded Charlotta the Fourth, “but, when all’s said and done, Miss Shirley, ma’am, there’s many a worse thing than a husband.
I ought to grow up successfully, and I’m sure it will be my own fault if I don’t. I feel it’s a great responsibility because I have only one chance. If I don’t grow up right I can’t go back and begin over again. – Anne Shirley.