She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck’s frantic purrs of joy and Banjo’s savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.
Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?
God is in heaven, all’s right with the world – Anne Shirley.
I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove ‘to fly away and be at rest,’ but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.
One forgets all through the year how lovely spring really is and so it comes as a surprise every time.
Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life – I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.
But the way girls roam over the earth now is something terrible. It always makes me think of Satan in the Book of Job, going to and fro and walking up and down.
There is a book of revelation in everyone’s life.
You couldn’t really expect a person to pray very well the first time she tried, could you?
Revenge hurts nobody quite so much as the one who tries to inflict it.
There is some good in every person if you can find it. It is a teacher’s duty to find and develop it.
It has been a prosy day for us,” she said thoughtfully, “but to some people it has been a wonderful day. Some one has been rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today – or a great poem written – or a great man born.
Oh, no, you did not, Mrs. Dr. dear,” said loyal Susan, determined to protect Anne from herself.
Only lonely people keep diaries.
Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.
As they dashed into the kitchen the light seemed to vanish, as if blown out by some mighty breath; the awful cloud rolled over the sun and a darkness as of late twilight fell across the world.
Mr. James Reese’s buckwheat stubble-land, with its beautiful tones of red and brown, a crow parliament was being held, whereat solemn deliberations regarding the welfare of crowland were in progress. Faith cruelly broke up the august assembly by climbing up on the fence and hurling a broken rail at it. Instantly the air was filled with flapping black wings and indignant caws. “Why did you do that?” said Walter reproachfully. “They were having such a good.
Ilse lost her temper at once and went into a true Burnley tantrum. She was very fluent in her rages and the volley of abusive “dictionary words” which she hurled at Emily would have staggered most of the Blair Water Girls. But Emily was too much at home with words to be floored so easily; she grew angry too, but in a cool, dignified, Murray way which was more exasperating than violence.
And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
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.