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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f9f7049 | But it's a million times nicer to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular, isn't it? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| b50811d | Seems to me you must always have been afraid to be young. It takes courage, I can tell you that, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| e7a2f4f | Miss Cordelia thought she had never seen anybody so much like an incarnate smile before. Smiles of all kinds seemed literally to riot over his ruddy face and in and out of his eyes and around the corners of his mouth. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 10e3aea | nothing to hinder me. But that brief dream is over. I am resigned to my fate now, so I don't think I'll go out for fear I'll get unresigned again. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4ca809f | Bless you, it hasn't," rumbled Ellen. "The day never goes by for men and nations to make asses of themselves and take to the fists. The millenniun isn't THAT near, Mr. Meredith, and YOU don't think it is any more than I do. As for this Kaiser, mark my words, he is going to make a heap of trouble"--and Miss Ellen prodded her book emphatically with her long finger. "Yes, if he isn't nipped in the bud he's going to make trouble. WE'LL live to .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 15eba03 | Well, I don't want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 9b7b2b5 | Rosemary was quite used to being warned by Ellen from philandering if she so much as talked five minutes to any marriageable man under eighty or over eighteen. She had always laughed at the warning with unfeigned amusement. This time it did not amuse her--it irritated her a little. Who wanted to philander? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d8bfd6e | she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 79cbe44 | boulders | Enid Blyton | ||
| 181c55b | courtyard, | Enid Blyton | ||
| c0105cd | You won't mind if I talk a good deal about her, will you, Mistress Blythe? It's a pleasure to me--for all the pain went out of her memory years ago and jest left its blessing." -Captain Jim" | L. M. Montgomery | ||
| 36ae785 | That Anne-girl improves all the time," she said. "I get tired of other girls--there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f3085e9 | It was very humiliating to be worsted by a girl--a country girl at that, who had passed most of her life on a farm! No doubt she was strong-minded and wanted to vote. I was quite prepared to believe anything of her. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| acb44d9 | If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I'd look up into the sky - up - up - up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel the prayer. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 18d775a | Tempest had made up his mind on considered opinion to shoot himself that night. He had nearly done it the night before, but he had reflected that he might as well wait till after the levee. He wanted, as a mere matter of curiosity, to see who got the old Dark jug. Winnifred had liked that jug. He knew he had no chance of it himself. Aunt Becky had no use for a bankrupt. He was bankrupt and the wife he had adored had died a few weeks previou.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 2c7e23e | Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 8de6af2 | I don't know what lies around the bed, but I'm going to believe that the best does. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| a3e2c44 | It is all over," she informed Marilla. "I shall never have another friend. I'm really worse off than ever before, for I haven't Katie Maurice and Violetta now. And even if I had it wouldn't be the same. Somehow, little dream girls are not satisfying after a real friend. Diana and I had such an affecting farewell down by the spring. It will be sacred in my memory forever. I used the most pathetic language I could think of and said 'thou' and.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 85dcefa | One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was--and love was everywhere. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 48e6028 | I wonder what a soul ... a person's soul ... would look like," said Priscilla dreamily. "Like that, I should think," answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. "Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers ... and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea ... and some are pale and transpa.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 09d1f9d | Bets seemed to die afresh every time there was something Pat wanted to share with her and could not. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4e892f2 | 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? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 0b27f2b | Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 265eb30 | Well, we could have a jolly funeral, you know," said Dan. We looked at him in such horror that Dan hastened to apologize." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 833b274 | The worst possible manager for a manse," said Miss Cornelia bitterly. "Mr. Meredith won't get any other housekeeper because he says it would hurt Aunt Martha's feelings. Anne dearie, believe me, the state of that manse is something terrible. Everything is thick with dust and nothing is ever in its place. And we had painted and papered it all so nice before they came." "There are four children, you say?" asked Anne, beginning to mother them .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7d4b329 | Give us a chew," said Mary companionably. Nan, Di and Faith all produced an amber-hued knot or two from their pockets and passed them to Mary. Una sat very still. She had four lovely big knots in the pocket of her tight, thread-bare little jacket, but she wasn't going to give one of them to Mary Vance--not one Let Mary pick her own gum! People with squirrel muffs needn't expect to get everyt" | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| ab00213 | Mr. Meredith won't get any other housekeeper because he says it would hurt Aunt Martha's feelings. Anne dearie, believe me, the state of that manse is something terrible. Everything is thick with dust and nothing is ever in its place. And we had painted and papered it all so nice before they came. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| dc5debd | one sin demands another to cover it. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7d89816 | I'm glad and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter. That has been my experience anyhow. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 5a9cf22 | that special Providence which looks after simple-minded old souls in their dangerous excursions into the world, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 3330c4c | Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 8ac0c59 | famous author | Enid Blyton | ||
| d154ed4 | Talk to me, Roger. Don't ask me to talk - I can't - but just talk to me." Roger, to his own surprise, found that he could. He had never talked much to Gay before. He had always felt that he could talk of nothing that would interest her. There had been such a gap between her youth and his maturity. But the gap had disappeared. Roger found himself telling her things he had never told anybody. He had never talked of his experiences overseas to.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| bb27962 | almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f6b8b98 | But there is strength in numbers and at noon hour Emily found herself standing alone on the playground facing a crowd of unfriendly faces. Children can be the most cruel creatures alive. They have the herd instinct of prejudice against any outsider, and they are merciless in its indulgence | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f2f31fb | Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden--only ugliness and deformity. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d49d7a4 | There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 22cec7e | There's something taking about her," conceded Miss Cornelia. "You never see her but she's laughing, and somehow it always makes you want to laugh too. She can't even keep a straight face in church. Una is ten--she's a sweet little thing--not pretty, but sweet. And Thomas Carlyle is nine. They call him Carl, and he has a regular mania for collecting toads and bugs and frogs and bringing them into the house." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| feafa69 | We make our own lives wherever we are, after all[...]They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out. Life is rich and full here...everywhere...if we can only learn how to open our whole hearts to its richness and fullness. | life lives | L.M. Montgomery | |
| c96eb7e | It's lovely 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. | enemy friend light | L.M. Montgomery | |
| fedbf33 | Dearly beloved," said Peter, "my sermon is about the bad place--in short, about hell." An electric shock seemed to run through the audience. Everybody looked suddenly alert. Peter had, in one sentence, done what my whole sermon had failed to do. He had made an impression. "I shall divide my sermon into three heads," pursued Peter. "The first head is, what you must not do if you don't want to go to the bad place. The second head is, what the.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 75c86e0 | Anne rose from her knees and crept downstairs. The freshness of the rain-wind blew against her white face as she went out into the yard, and cooled her dry, burning eyes. A merry rollicking whistle was lilting up the lane. A moment later Pacifique Buote came in sight. Anne's physical strength suddenly failed her. If she had not clutched at a low willow bough she would have fallen. Pacifique was George Fletcher's hired man, and George Fletch.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f394cb2 | Felicity and Dan began a bickering which they kept up the entire day. Felicity had a natural aptitude for what we called "bossing," and in her mother's absence she deemed that she had a right to rule supreme. She knew better than to make any attempt to assert authority over the Story Girl, and Felix and I were allowed some length of tether; but Cecily, Dan, and Peter were expected to submit dutifully to her decrees. In the main they did; bu.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 1290217 | was not a pleasant day, and to make matters worse it rained until late in the afternoon. The Story Girl had not recovered from the mortifications of the previous day; she would not talk, and she would not tell a single story; she sat on Rachel Ward's chest and ate her breakfast with the air of a martyr. After breakfast she washed the dishes and did the bed-room work in grim silence; then, with a book under one arm and Pat under the other, s.. | L.M. Montgomery |