There is a book of Revelation in every one’s life, as there is in the Bible.
My pen shall heal, not hurt.
People told her she hadn’t changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn’t.
I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
Despair is a free man – hope is a slave.
You’re never safe from being surprised until you’re dead.
All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves.
I’ve come home in love with loneliness.
Anne “felt instinctively” that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
Don’t be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things.
If you can’t be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.
You have the itch for writing born in you. It’s quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?
The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.
There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
I am well in body though considerably rumpled up in spirit.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
One can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.
Dear old world’, she murmured, ’you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
God’s in His heaven, alls right with the world’, whispered Anne softly.