I think the nicest thing about days is their unexpectedness. It’s jolly to wake up like this on a golden-fine morning and day-dream for ten minutes before I get up, imagining heaps of splendid things that might happen.
I think it is because I have a habit, when I am bored or disgusted with people of stepping suddenly into my own world and shutting the door. People resent this – I suppose it is only natural to resent a door being shut in your face. They call it slyness when it is only self-defense.
It was a night when you might expect to stray into a dance of mermaids.
Spring is singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air. I’m seeing visions and dreaming dreams, Pris. That’s because the wind is from the west. I do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness, doesn’t it? When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore. When I get old I shall have rheumatism when the wind is east.” “And.
I can always get through to-day very nicely. It’s to-morrow I can’t live through.
And as for risk, there’s risk in pretty near everything a body does in this world. – Marilla Cuthbert.
Felicity, if I die from the effects of eating sawdust pudding, flavoured with needles, you’ll be sorry you ever said such a thing to your poor old uncle,” said Uncle Roger reproachfully.
I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination.
We are going to be the best of friends,” said Gilbert, jubilantly. “We were born to be good friends, Anne. You’ve thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each other in many ways.
Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won’t pay you anything, and growls if you ask for a share in the egg and butter money.
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.
Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship.
She wondered if old dreams could haunt rooms – if, when one left forever the room where she had joyed and suffered and laughed and wept, something of her, intangible and invisible, yet nonetheless real, did not remain behind like a voiceful memory.
Pride is cold company.
Not lovelier. But a different kind of loveliness. There are so many kinds of loveliness.
I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people.
I’m not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn’t it a splendid thing that there are mornings?
Don’t be fretting... about me marrying. Marrying’s a trouble and not marrying’s a trouble and I sticks to the trouble I knows.
Ruby Gillis says when she grows up she’s going to have ever so many beaus on the string and have them all crazy about her; but I think that would be too exciting. I’d rather just have one in his right mind.
Time is kinder than we think,′ thought Anne. ‘It’s a dreadful mistake to cherish bitterness for years... hugging it to our hearts like a treasure.