He walked jauntily away, being hungry, and the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den – walk up to a girl – a strange girl – an orphan girl – and demand of her why she wasn’t a boy.
They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other’s keeping and both were unafraid.
There’s all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.
How beautiful it was, lying embowered in the twilight of the old trees; the tips of the loftiest spruces came out in purple silhouettes against the north-weatersn sky of rose and amber; down behind it the Blair Water dreamed in silver; the Wind Woman had folded her misty bat-wings in a valley of sunset and stillness that lay over the world like a blessing. Emily felt sure that everything would be all right.
How do you like my picture, Phil?” “It seems a very dull one,” said Phil, with a grimace. “Oh, but I’ve left out the transforming thing,” said Anne softly. “There’ll be love there, Phil – faithful, tender love, such as I’ll never find anywhere else in the world – love that’s waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn’t it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?
He who accepts human love must bind it to his soul with pain, and she is not lost to me. Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.
She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads – they were so provocative and alluring. Rilla thought she hated them. She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road – then Walter – and now Ken. Brothers and playmate and sweetheart – they were all gone, never, it might be, to return. Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.
I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them. – Miss Barry.
Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was – this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond.
I wonder,” said Miss Oliver, “if humanity will be any happier because of aeroplanes. It seems to me that the sum of human happiness remains much the same from age to age, no matter how it may vary in distribution, and that all the ‘many inventions’ neither lessen nor increase it.” “After.
Well now, I dunno.
When I don’t like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.
Chapter 15 A Tempest in the School Teapot.
There are some things that cannot be expressed in words.
It was because you looked so happy. Oh, you’ll agree with me now that I AM a hateful beast – to hate another woman just because she was happy, – and when her happiness didn’t take anything from me! That.
We are schoolmates, I see,” he said, smiling at Anne’s colors. “That ought to be sufficient introduction. My name is Royal Gardner.
For, disguise the fact as we will, when friends, even the closest – perhaps the more because of that very closeness – meet again after a separation there is always a chill, lesser or greater, of change. Neither finds the other quite the same. This is natural and inevitable. Human nature is ever growing or retrogressing – never stationary.
Oh, what I know about myself isn’t really worth telling, said Anne eagerly. If you’ll only let me tell you what I imagine about myself you’ll think it ever so much more interesting.
There’ll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I’ll never find anywhere else in the world-love that’s waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn’t it, even if the colours are nit very brilliant?
Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin.