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Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.
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Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little bit is a good thing - not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."
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romance
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How are you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?
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We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet." ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27"
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But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of fitness of things;
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I don't believe Old Nick can be so very ugly,' said Aunt Jamesina reflectively. 'He wouldn't do so much harm if he was. I always think of him as a rather handsome gentleman.
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satan
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Don't let them make anything of you but yourself, that's all.
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self-identity
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There the rose of joy bloomed immortal by dale and stream; clouds never darkened the sunny sky; sweet bells never jangled out of tune; and kindred spirits abounded.
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This. This is exactly it. "It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside -- but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond -- only a glimpse -- and heard a note of unearthly music. This moment came ..
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Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?
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Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible...and good? What would we find to talk about?
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Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who's this Archduke man who has been murdered?" "What does it matter to us?" asked Miss Cornelia, unaware of the hideous answer to her question, which destiny was even then preparing. "Someone is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It's their normal condition and I don't really think that..
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He was one of your wicked, fascinating men. After he got married he left off being fascinating and just kept on being wicked.
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I detest that woman [Rachel Lynde] more than anybody I know. She can put a whole sermon, text, comment, and application, into six words, and throw it at you like a brick.
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A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...
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Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.
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But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it...love has been rosy red in it...births have been here...all the passions...all the hopes. It is full of wraths.
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The wind was off shore, and only broke the sea's surface in to long, silvery ripples, and sent sheeny shadows flying out across it, from every point and headland, like transparent wings. The dusk was hanging a curtain of violet gloom over the sand-dunes and the headlands where gulls were huddling. The sky was faintly filmed over with scarfs of silken vapor. Cloud fleets rode at anchor along the horizons. An evening star was watching over th..
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She has no serious ideals at all-her sole aspiration seems to be to have a good time.
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Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after a while and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
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It must be admitted frankly that Aunt Becky was not particularly beloved by her clan. She was too fond of telling them what she called the plain truth. And, as Uncle Pippin said, while the truth was all right, , there was no sense in pouring out great gobs of it around where it wasn't wanted. To Aunt Becky, however, tact and diplomacy and discretion, never to mention any consideration for any one's feelings, were things unknown.
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Am i talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I "can" stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult."
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But there is a destiny which shapes the ends of young misses who are born with the itch for writing tingling in their baby fingertips, and in the fullness of time this destiny gave to Emily the desire of her heart--gave
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I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry...and I think it's nicer...' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed... 'to look at it through poetry.
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poetry
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We have The Idylls of the King in English class this term. I like some things in them, but I detest Tennyson's Arthur. If I had been Guinevere I'd have boxed his ears - but I wouldn't have been unfaithful to him for Lancelot, who was just as odious in a different way. As for Geraint, if I had been Enid I'd have bitten him. These 'patient Griseldas' deserve all they get.
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lancelot
tennyson
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Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who's this Archduke man who has been murdered?" "What does it matter to us?" asked Miss Cornelia, unaware of the hideous answer to her question, which destiny was even then preparing. "Someone is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It's their normal condition and I don't really think that..
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Rilla was not fond of Mary Vance. She had never forgotten the humiliating day when Mary had chased her through the village with a dried codfish.
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Well, anyway, when I am grown up," said Anne decidedly, "I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words. I know from sorrowful experience how that hurts one's feelings."
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And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy," assured Anne."
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heaven
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I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the end of it.
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The faint laughter of winds was always about them and the colors of Mistawis, imperial and spiritual, under the changing clouds, were something that cannot be expressed in mere words. Shadows, too. Clustering in the pines until a wind shook them out and pursued them over Mistawis. They lay all day along the shores, threaded by ferns and wild blossoms. They stole around the headlands in the glow of the sunset, until twilight wove them all in..
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If it had not rained on a certain May morning Valancy Stirling's whole life would have been entirely different. She would have gone, with the rest of her clan, to Aunt Wellington's engagement picnic and Dr. Trent would have gone to Montreal. But it did rain and you shall hear what happened to her because of it.
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Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with... making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself.
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names
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She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself." "How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie?" "About half a dozen, my dear."
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No. I don't think I've ever been really lonely in my life," answered Anne. "Even when I'm alone I have real good company -- dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I LIKE to be alone now and then, just to think over things and TASTE them."
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An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind.
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houses
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A child of about eleven, garbed in a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish-gray wincey. She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids of very thick, decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others.
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Favour is deceitful and beauty is vain, but I should not have minded finding that out for myself, if it had been so ordained. I have no doubt we will all be beautiful when we are angels, but what good will it do us then?
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Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.
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Our library isn't very extensive, but every book in it is a friend.
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Grandmother's voice was ice. "They do not. Your mother has been happy all these years, till you began stirring up old memories. . She is daughter... no outsider shall ever come between us again... neither Andrew Stuart nor you nor anyone. And you will be good enough to remember that."
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Flour is so essential to cakes, you know.
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I am teaching Perry grammar. He says he wants to learn to speak properly. I told him he should not call his Aunt Tom an old beast but he said he had to because she wasn't a young beast.
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The happiest countries, like the happiest women, have no history.
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ignorance-is-bliss
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