In life, as in dreams, however, things often go by contraries.
Josie is a Pye,” said Marilla sharply, “so she can’t help being disagreeable. I suppose people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don’t know what it is any more than I know the use of thistles.
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.
Isn’t it splendid there are so many things to like in this world?
Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was – this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond. No dream had ever been like this. She was no longer solitary. She was one of a vast sisterhood – all the women who had ever loved in the world.
One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs.
No matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world.
I don’t seem to be like other girls, Judy. They all want to go to college and have a career. I don’t... I just want to stay at Silver Bush and help you and mother. There’s work for me here, Judy... you know there is. Mother isn’t strong. As for being educated... I shall be well educated... love educates, Judy.
They had a sort of talent for happiness.
I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you... We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other – and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.
Anne was kneeling at the west gable window watching the sunset sky that was like a great flower with petals of crocus and a heart of fiery yellow.
If you please, Great-Aunt Nancy,” said Emily deliberately, “I don’t like to be told I look like other people. I look just like myself.
When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn’t mean for us to imagine them away.
She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile- as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold, instead of the grisly phantom she had dreaded... Anne, looking down through a mist of tears, at her old playfellow, thought she saw the face of God had meant Ruby to have, and remembered it so always.
I’ve always thought nobody understood me quite as well as I understood myself.
The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.
No, I’ve neither wife nor progeny, Miss Plum. I’ve often tried to get married, but something always prevented. Sometimes everyone was willing but the girl herself. Sometimes nobody was willing.
I love keeping house... it’s really a lovely phrase isn’t it? Keeping it... holding it fast against the world... against all the forces trying to tear it open.
Everybody is a little insane on some points.
I cannot remember the time when I was not writing, or when I did not mean to be a writer... I was an indefatigable scribbler.