Well, I won’t. Ludovic Speed and Theodora Dix live in Middle Grafton and Mrs. Rachel says he has been courting her for a hundred years. Won’t they soon be too old to get married, Anne? I hope Gilbert won’t court YOU that long. When are you going to be married, Anne? Mrs. Lynde says it’s a sure thing.” “Mrs. Lynde is a – ” began Anne hotly; then stopped. “Awful old gossip,” completed Davy calmly. “That’s what every one calls her. But is it a sure thing, Anne? I want to know.” “You’re.
Anne smiled and sighed. The seasons that seemed so long to Baby Rilla were beginning to pass all too quickly for her. Another summer was ended, lighted out of life by the ageless gold of Lombardy torches. Soon... all too soon... the children of Ingleside would be children no longer. But they were still hers... hers to welcome when they came home at night... hers to fill life with wonder and delight... hers to love and cheer and scold... a little.
I don’t want to talk as much,’ she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. ‘It’s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one’s heart, like treasures.
The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom – the laughter of daisies – the piping of grasses – many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.
It’s lovely to be going home and know it’s home. I love green gables already, and I’ve never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I’m so happy.
It was so easy to defy once you got started. The first step was the only one that really counted.
You’ve all been so sure that life is good that I’ve never been able to disbelieve it. Never will be able to.
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, ‘If you can’t thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.
It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.
Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs of existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate.
Gilbert, having tried to please both sides, succeeded, as is usual and eminently right, in pleasing neither.
Influence other people for good.
Once in a thousand years, you know, one cat is allowed to speak. My cats are philosophers-neither of them ever cries over spilt milk.
You make me believe in fairies, whether I will or no,” he told her, “and that means youth. As long as you believe in fairies you can’t grow old.
Of course it’s better to be good. I know it is but it’s sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it.
Oh, Aunt Elizabeth,” said Emily breathlessly, “when you hold the candle down like that it makes your face look just like a corpse! Oh, it’s so interesting.
When we have to do a thing... we can do it.
To be obliged to sit still when mental agony urges us to stride up and down is the refinement of torture.
Freedom and independence were all very well, but one should not be a little fool.
Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert’s head and cracked it – slate not head – clear across.