Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
Oh, it’s delightful to have ambitions. I’m so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them – that’s the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.
It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,? said Anne.
You see,” she concluded miserably, “when I can call like that to him across space – I belong to him. He doesn’t love me – he never will – but I belong to him.
What care I if it be “wild and improbable” and “lacking in literary art”? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.
The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr,” remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc’s resonant melody. “It is the most contented sound in the world.
I am afraid to speak or move for the fear all this wonderful beauty will vanish just like a broken silence.
There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves – so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.
But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?
I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don’t. Give me SOME credit.
We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as ‘wasted’ lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life...
She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them.
Isn’t it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.
People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,′ said Anne.
It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,′ said Anne, shuddering.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an “e.
He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.