Don’t you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant?” “Oh, yes, lots of them – over yonder,” said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harbor.
Somehow, things never are so good when they’re thought out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?
But trust one man to excuse another.
Well, James Matthew is a name that will wear well and not fade in the washing,” said Miss Cornelia. “I’m glad you didn’t load him down with some highfalutin, romantic name that he’d be ashamed of when he gets to be a grandfather...
Uncle Jim, if I wasn’t ME who’d I be?′ and, ‘Uncle Jim, what would happen if God died?
Still Anne said nothing, several times over.
Pat wanted to comfort him for something she did not understand. She slipped her little hand into his... he had a warm pleasant hand. They walked home together so.
And the coming of Anne – the vivid, imaginative, impetuous child with her heart of love, and her world of fancy, bringing with her color and warmth and radiance, until the wilderness of existence had blossomed like the rose.
Truly, the happiness certain things give us is never to be measured by their worldly importance.
Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.
No, darling. We’ve always known each other in Tomorrow,’ I said.
How dreadful it would be not to love a cat! How much one would miss out of life.
I’ve no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever. Just like a man.
The girl’s beauty and sorrow and loneliness drew her with an irresistible fascination.
After all, it is fairy tales the world wants. Real life is all the “real life” we want. Give us something better in books.
Oh, I don’t know. I’ve come so far short in so many things. I haven’t done what I meant to do when I began to teach last fall. I haven’t lived up to my ideals.” “None of us ever do,” said Mrs. Allan with a sigh. “But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, ‘Not failure but low aim is crime.’ We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it’s grand and great. Hold fast to your ideals, Anne.
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?
Jealousy and stupidity really do most of the harm that is done in the world.
Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was someone who needed her – someone she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new.
There’s a kind of failure that’s the best success.