Some sounds are so exquisite – far more exquisite than anything seen. Daff’s purr there on my rug, for instance – and the snap and crackle of the fire – and the squeaks and scrambles of mice that are having a jamboree behind the wainscot.
I don’t like places or people either that haven’t any faults. I think a truly perfect person would be very uninteresting.
Cousin Jimmy says that a man in Priest Pond says the end of the world is coming soon. I hope it won’t come till I’ve seen everything in it.
A suffering or tortured animal always filled her with such a surge of sympathy that it lifted her clean out of herself.
A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother’s hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts.
I like teaching, too,” said Gilbert. “It’s good training, for one thing. Why, Anne, I’ve learned more in the weeks I’ve been teaching the young ideas of White Sands than I learned in all the years I went to school myself.
It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.
An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.
We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.
She will love deeply – suffer terribly – she will have glorious moments to compensate.
Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.
There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won’t talk back – unless it is a woman who won’t.
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
In this world you’ve just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.
If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you’ll never be and you need not waste time in trying.
All things great are wound up with all things little.
Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.
It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?
We belong to the race that knows Joseph.
It only seems as if you are doing something when you’re worrying.