There’s something very solemn about the idea of a new year, isn’t there? Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days with not a thing happened in them yet.
Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They’re ringing for peace – and new happiness – and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver. Not that I am sane just now – I don’t pretend to be. The whole world is having a little crazy spell today. Soon we’ll sober down – and ‘keep faith’ – and begin to build up our new world. But just for today let’s be mad and glad.
Good-bye, and may you always see a happy face in your looking-glass!
All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years – each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.
I don’t believe I’d really want to be a sensible person, because they are so unromantic.
Even when I’m alone, I have real good company – dreams and imaginations and pretendings.
Well, it was awful said,” said Felicity, wiping her eyes. “But it was long ago and we can’t do any good by crying over it now. Let us go and get something to eat. I made some nice little rhubarb tarts this morning.
But, Felix, you may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never believe anything else, my boy.
The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They.
She was an excellent target for teasing because she always took things so seriously.
That water looks as if it was smiling at me.
Rilla meant to keep Walter’s letter as a a sacred treasure.
Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn’t do to drag them into everything, does it?
I’m like Kipling’s cat – I walk by my wild lone and wave my wild tail where so it pleases me.
I suppose we’ll get used to being grownup in time. There won’t be so many unexpected things about it by and by–though, after all, I fancy it’s the unexpected things that give spice to life.
There isn’t any devil in a good dog. That’s why they’re more lovable than cats, I reckon. But I’m darned if they’re as interesting.
No... it’s lovely here when the dark is your friend, isn’t it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy... and it glowers in at you resentfully.
Well, one can’t get over the habit of being a little girl all at once,” said Anne gaily. “You see, I was little for fourteen years and I’ve only been grown-uppish for scarcely three. I’m sure I shall always feel like a child in the woods.
Having adventures comes naturally to some people. You just have a gift for them or you don’t have – Anne Shirley.
I saved his life, and when you’ve saved a creature’s life you’re bound to love it. It’s next thing to giving life.