It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn’t it?
Like all woods, it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses, – secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking.
Well, I don’t want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life,” declared Anne. “I’m quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady’s jewels.
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce. The tinkles of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elfin chimes through the frosty air, but their music was not sweeter than the song in Anne’s heart and on her lips.
I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU.
Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.
I am not,” proceeded Susan firmly, “going to lament or whine or question the wisdom of the Almighty any more as I have been doing lately. Whining and shirking and blaming Providence do not get us anywhere. We have just got to grapple with whatever we have to do whether it is weeding the onion patch, or running the Government. I shall grapple. Those blessed boys have gone to war; and we women, Mrs. Dr. dear, must tarry by the stuff and keep a stiff upper lip.
I shall always end my stories happily. I don’t care whether it’s ‘true to life’ or not. It’s true to life as it should be, and that’s a better truth than the other.
It is not vanity to know your own good points. It would just be stupidity if you didn’t.
What is to be will be, and what isn’t to be happens sometimes.
You talk in the language of the violets.
She felt very old and mature and wise – which showed how young she was. She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now – the glory and the dream?
All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night.
If I had my way I’d shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure, Anne,” said Gilbert in the tone that meant “danger ahead.” “Then you would be very unwise,” rejoined Anne hastily. “I’m sure no life can be properly developed and rounded out without some trial and sorrow – though I suppose it is only when we are pretty comfortable that we admit it...
I don’t feel like tame domestic joys today. I want to feel alone and free and wild.
That Anne-girl improves all the time,” she said. “I get tired of other girls – there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts.
A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.
Now, don’t be looking I-told-you-so, Matthew. That’s bad enough in a woman, but it isn’t to be endured in a man.
The folks who lived before me have done so much for me that I want to show my gratitude by doing something for the folks who will live after me.
You must learn to think a little, Anne, that’s what. The proverb you need to go by is ‘Look before you leap’ – especially into spare room beds.