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| a05542c | I wish I was back in Toronto," I said sulkily. The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish. "I wish you were, I'm sure," said Felicity, riddling the fire noisily. "Any one who lives with you, Felicity King, will always be wishing he was somewhere else," said Dan. "I wasn't talking to you, Dan King," retorted Felicity, "'Speak when you're spoken to, come when you're called." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 947ee2b | It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d4ff9d8 | Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was someone who needed her - someone she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7dff71b | 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. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 505dbc3 | Never, if you can help it, be the bringer of ill news, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7d31781 | There were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense bearing tree, And there were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 6ff89f8 | Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| da91342 | There are some things that cannot be expressed in words. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| db073ac | The old enchantment had gone. She saw him as she had never seen him before - as her clan had always seen him. A handsome fellow, who thought every girl who looked at him fell in love with him; shallow, selfish. Was this what she had supposed she loved? Love! She had known nothing about it till this very moment, when she realised that it was Roger she loved. Roger who was a man! This Noel was only a boy. And he would never be anything but a .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 17458d9 | ought always to try to influence other people for good. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4054f89 | we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| da7a466 | Anne was sitting on the steps, her hands clasped over her knee, looking, in the kind dusk, as girlish as a mother of many has any right to be; and the beautiful gray-green eyes, gazing down the harbour road, were as full of unquenchable sparkle and dream as ever. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 57425a0 | It doesn't hurt to love if you do not hope to be loved in return." "I've never hoped to be loved in return--but it hurts damnably," said Roger." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| ce94677 | Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 6805097 | Anne tried to picture Mrs. Skinner on speaking terms with romance and failed. | romance | L.M. Montgomery | |
| d21a66d | Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| cbe5178 | An imagination is a wonderful thing to have ... but like every gift we must possess it and not let it possess us. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| c03e9de | For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to the mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character would not behave properly. Diana could not understand this. 'Make them do as you want them to,' she said. 'I can't,' mourned Anne. 'Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything .. | novelists on-writing the-writing-process | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 33f15ec | the right kind of a clock. One that did not hurry the hours away but ticked them off deliberately. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d6ec565 | They tell me her things are fine enough for a princess," said Susan from a shadowy corner where she was cuddling her brown boy. "I have been invited up to see them also and I intend to go some evening." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 5458241 | I shall always end my stories happily. I don't care whether it's 'true to life' or not. It's true to life as it should be, and that's a better truth than the other. | life-as-it-should-be true-to-life truth | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 1ce1764 | as time went on and autumn passed and winter came with its beautiful bare-limbed trees, and soft pearl-grey skies the were slashed with rifts of gold in the afternoons, and cleared to a jewelled pageantry of stars over the wide white hills and valleys around New Moon. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| d5a899f | There is no need of my either forgetting or remembering it," said Rosemary, a little wearily. "YOU forget that I'm an old maid, Ellen. It is only your sisterly delusion that I am still young and blooming and dangerous. Mr. Meredith merely wants to be a friend--if he wants that much itself. He'll forget us both long before he gets back to the manse." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| db903a6 | isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet? | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 1aa0c40 | I always take the ground that us women ought to stand by each other. We've got enough to endure at the hands of the men, the Lord knows, so I hold we hadn't ought to clapper-claw one another | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| b22c08c | How beautiful it was, lying embowered in the twilight of the old trees; the tops of the loftiest sources came out in purple silhouette against the north-western 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 look at over the world like a blessing. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 9ca8fc0 | How beautiful it was, lying embowered in the twilight of the old trees; the tips of the loftiest spruces came out in purple silhouette against the north-western sky of rose an 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 lay over the world like a blessing. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| c515681 | up over a wooded hill beyond, where perpetual twilight reigned under the straight, thick-growing firs and spruces; the only flowers there were myriads of delicate "June bells," those shyest and sweetest of woodland blooms, and a few pale, aerial starflowers, like the spirits of last year's blossoms. Gossamers glimmered like threads of silver among the trees and the fir boughs and tassels seemed to utter friendly speech." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 46fa26c | Holmes speaks of grief "staining backward" through the pages of life; but Valancy found her happiness had stained backward likewise and flooded with rose-colour her whole previous drab existence. She found it hard to believe that she had ever been lonely and unhappy and afraid." | happiness holmes memories past rose-colored-glasses | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 75d38d7 | Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea;14 but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew's white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4026ccc | A magic casement opening on the foam Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| a1da6fd | John Meredith paced up and down the parlour for a few minutes; then he went back to his study and sat down. But he did not return to his German theology. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 305a888 | She gives me meals that stick to my ribs. She don't forget to put salt in the porridge. She never slams doors, and when she has nothing to say, she don't talk. That's uncanny in a woman, you know, Mister. | relationships women-s-roles | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 6d30868 | The only fault he found with her was that she did not sing at her work. "Folks should always sing at their work," he insisted. "Sounds cheerful-like." "Not always," retorted Valancy. "Fancy a butcher singing at his work. Or an undertaker." | contradiction funny singing | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 58ef84c | Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that someone is afraid of something. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 7e7e67e | The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| a68728b | Like all woods, it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses,--secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| cd2fb21 | Stoutness and slimness seem to be matters of predestination, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 68704c3 | It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| bf9b048 | I hate this war," said Rilla bitterly, as she gazed out into the maple grove that was a chill glory of pink and gold in the winter sunset. "Nineteen-fourteen has gone," said Dr. Blythe on New Year's Day. "Its sun, which rose fairly, has set in blood. What will nineteen-fifteen bring?" "Victory!" said Susan, for once laconic." | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| f408352 | Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| eb1d5e9 | God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in His being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth, | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| bc4766d | Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I'm really extremely grateful for them. And that's all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they're so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 1d9c94d | Mrs. Davis did not say anything half so amiable as good afternoon, but she took her departure. | L.M. Montgomery |