But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.
I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.
A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.
I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can’t get at you.
It’s fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it’s not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There’s so much to learn and do and think that there isn’t time for big words.
What a spineless thing I must be not to have one enemy!
Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister – a happiness we’ve earned.
I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.
Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.
I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.
You’ll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.
Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one.
Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be – to me in all events – a terrible thing without books.
A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain’t never likely to be sly or deceitful.
I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn’t pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful – just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn’t beautiful.
I don’t like green Christmases. They’re not green – they’re just nasty faded browns and grays.
When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.
Doesn’t matter what a person’s name is as long as he behaves himself.
I’d rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.
To love is easy and therefore common – but to understand – how rare it is!