Even skeptical Dan prayed, his skepticism falling away from him like a discarded garment in this valley of the shadow, which sifts out hearts and tries souls, until we all, grown-up or children, realize our weakness, and, finding that our own puny strength is as a reed shaken in the wind, creep back humbly to the God we have vainly dreamed we could do without.
I think the little things in life often cause more trouble than the big things – Anne Shirley.
Mrs Allan says that whenever we think of anything that is a trial to use we should also think of something nice that we can set over against it. If you are slightly too plump, you’ve got the dearest dimples; and if I have a freckled nose the shape of it is all right.
I read a story tonight. It ended unhappily. I was wretched until I had invented a happy ending for it. 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’s no wonder we can’t understand the grown-ups,” said the Story Girl indignantly, “because we’ve never been grown-up ourselves. But THEY have been children, and I don’t see why they can’t understand us.
While the others chatted over their parcels Jean wrote her letter, and Jean could write delightful letters. She had a decided talent in that respect, and her correspondents all declared her letters to be things of beauty and joy forever.
And there was always the bend in the road!
Anne sewed and planned little winter wardrobes... “Nan must have a red dress, since she is so set on it”... and sometimes thought of Hannah, weaving her little coat every year for the small Samuel. Mothers were the same all through the centuries... a great sisterhood of love and service... the remembered and the unremembered alike.
Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. You mayn’t get the things themselves but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. – Anne Shirley.
Yet he may have committed what might be considered far greater sins that yet would not inflict on any one a tithe of the humiliation which his teasing inflicted on a child’s sensitive mind.
On Monday I received a letter from Golden Days, a Philadelphia juvenile, accepting a short story I had sent there and enclosing a cheque for five dollars. It was the first money my pen had ever earned; I did not squander it in riotous living, neither did I invest it in necessary boots and gloves. I went up town and bought five volumes of poetry with it – Tennyson, Byron, Milton, Longfellow, Whittier. I wanted something I could keep for ever in memory of having “arrived.
And I have such a cold in the head – I can do nothing but sniffle, sigh and sneeze. Isn’t that alliterative agony for you?
Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, gazing bashfully at each other over a clump of gorgeous tiger lilies.
All your life Davy, you’ll find yourself doing things you don’t want to do – Anne Shirley.
There is nothing but meetings and partings in this world.
Changes ain’t totally pleasant but they’re excellent things... Two years is about long enough for things to stay exactly the same. If they stayed put any longer they might grow mossy.
Oh yes, I don’t deny I married you because I was sorry for you. And then-I found you the best and jolliest and dearest little pal and chum a fellow ever had. Witty-loyal-sweet. You made me believe again in the reality of friendship and love.
How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!
I am of one mind with the Irishman who said you could get used to anything, even to being hanged!
I didn’t really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted. Yes, the fairies still abide here. I vow I could find scores of them under the violets in Rainbow Valley.