Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.
It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.
I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I’m sure they would be very beautiful.
Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else – there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
It’s dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.
I don’t know which is worse – to have somebody you DON’T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.
I know you’re a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven’s sake pretend you’re not for five minutes.
Houses are like people – some you like and some you don’t like – and once in a while there is one you love.
No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.
Don’t try to write anything you can’t feel – it will be a failure – ’echoes nothing worth.
Steal not this book for fear of shame For on it is the owners name And when you die the Lord will say Where is the book you stole away And when you say you do not know The Lord will say go down below.
Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one’s imagination of it?
We’ve had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We’ve never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can’t be quite the same after this. You’ll have other interests. I’ll just be on the outside.
Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.
I know I haven’t much sense or sobriety, but I’ve got what is ever so much better – the knack of making people like me.
We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.