That is one good thing about this world – there are always sure to be more springs.
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
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.
Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It’s only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin.
A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.
Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.
I suppose all this sounds very crazy – all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken – only felt and endured.
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it’s grand and great.
Look at that sea, girls – all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.
There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.
The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.
People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?
When I left Queen’s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does.
There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
And if you couldn’t be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.
I love them, they are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.