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…always Felt The Pain Of Her Friends So Keenly That She Could Not Speak Easy, Fluent Words Of Comforting. Besides, She Remembered How Well-meant Speeches Had Hurt Her In Her Own Sorrow And Was Afraid.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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…always Felt The Pain

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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…always Felt The Pain Of Her Friends So Keenly That She Could Not Speak Easy, Fluent Words Of Comforting. Besides, She Remembered How Well-meant Speeches Had Hurt Her In Her Own Sorrow And Was Afraid.

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Mrs. Spencer Said It Was Wicked Of Me To Talk Like That, But I Didn’t Mean To Be Wicked. It’s So Easy To Be Wicked Without Knowing It, Isn’t It?

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.

Anyhow, There'll Be Plenty Of Jam In Heaven, That's One Comfort, He Said Complacently. Perhaps There Will...if We Want It, She Said, But What Makes You Think So? Why, It's In The Catechism, Said Davy. Oh, No, There Is Nothing Like That In The Catechism, Davy. But I Tell You There Is, Persisted Davy. It Was In That Question Marilla Taught Me Last Sunday. Why Should We Love God? It Says, Because He Makes Preserves, And Redeems Us. Preserves Is Just A Holy Way Of Saying Jam.

There Are So Many Unpleasant Things In The World Already That There Is No Use In Imagining Any More.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.

It's Fun To Be Almost Grown Up In Some Ways, But It's Not The Kind Of Fun I Expected, Marilla. There's So Much To Learn And Do And Think That There Isn't Time For Big Words.

Since Ever The World Was Spinning And Till The World Shall End You've Your Man In The Beginning Or You Have Him In The End, But To Have Him From Start To Finish And Neither Nor Borrow Nor Lend Is What All Of The Girls Are Wanting And None Of The Gods Can Send

You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

Jane's Stories Are Extremely Sensible. 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.

In Everything You Do Aim To Excel For What Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well

Twilight Drops Her Curtain Down, And Pins It With A Star.

I Have Learned To Look Upon Each Little Hindrance As A Jest And Each Great One As A Foreshadowing Of Victory.

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It?

There Was Something In Her Movements That Made You Think She Never Walked But Always Danced.

It's As Easy To Give Away A Million As A Hundred If You Have Not Got Either.

Being Frightened Of Things Is Worse Than The Things Themselves.

Anybody Is Liable To Rheumatism In Her Legs, Anne. It's Only Old People Who Should Have Rheumatism In Their Souls, Though. Thanks Goodness, I Never Have. When You Get Rheumatism In Your Soul You Might As Well Go And Pick Out Your Coffin.

That's The Worst…or The Best…of Real Life, Anne. It Won't Let You Be Miserable. It Keeps On Trying To Make You Comfortable…and Succeeding…even When You're Determined To Be Unhappy And Romantic.

When I Make Up My Mind To Do A Thing It Stays Made Up.

Heretics Are Wicked, But They're Mighty Int'resting. It's Jest That They've Got Sorter Lost Looking For God, Being Under The Impression That He's Hard To Find - Which He Ain't Never.

If It's In You To Climb You Must -- There Are Those Who Must Lift Their Eyes To The Hills -- They Can't Breathe Properly In The Valleys.

It Was Three O'clock In The Morning – The Wisest And Most Accursed Hour Of The Clock. But Sometimes It Sets Us Free.

Youth Is Not A Vanished Thing But Something That Dwells Forever In The Heart.

Oh, Marilla, I Thought I Was Happy Before. Now I Know That I Just Dreamed A Pleasant Dream Of Happiness. This Is The Reality.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

You See," She Concluded Miserably, "when I Can Call Like That To Him Across Space--i Belong To Him. He Doesn't Love Me--he Never Will--but I Belong To Him.

When One Great Passion Seizes Possession Of The Soul All Other Feelings Are Crowded Out.

I Am Sure We Should Not Shut Our Hearts Against The Healing Influences That Nature Offers Us. But I Understand Your Feeling. I Think We All Experience The Same Thing. We Resent The Thought That Anything Can Please Us When Someone We Love Is No Longer Here To Share The Pleasure With Us, And We Almost Feel As If We Were Unfaithful To Our Sorrow When We Find Our Interest In Life Returning To Us.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.

Anne "felt Instinctively" That Romance Was Peeping At Her Around A Corner.

There's No Use Trying To Live In Other People's Opinions. The Only Thing To Do Is Live In Your Own.

Their Happiness Was In Each Others Keeping, And Both Were Unafraid.

When People Ask Me What On Earth I Want To Keep Two Cats For I Tell Them I Keep Them To Do My Resting For Me.

You're Never Safe From Being Surprised Until You're Dead.

Houses Are Like People - Some You Like And Some You Don't Like - And Once In A While There Is One You Love.

I'm Sure I Shall Always Feel Like A Child In The Wood.

We Don't Know Where We're Going, But Isn't Is Fun To Go?

Tears Don't Hurt Like The Ache Does.

Rebellion Flamed Up In Her Soul As The Dark Hours Passed By – Not Because She Had No Future But Because She Had No Past.

There Are Plenty Of People, In Avonlea And Out Of It, Who Can Attend Closely To Their Neighbours' Business By Dint Of Neglecting Their Own; But Mrs. Rachel Lynde Was One Of Those Capable Creatures Who Can Manage Their Own Concerns And Those Of Other Folks Into The Bargain.

I Love Bright Red Drinks, Don’t You? They Taste Twice As Good As Any Other Color.

Ruby Gillis Thinks Of Nothing But Young Men, And The Older She Gets The Worse She Is. Young Men Are All Very Well In Their Place, But It Doesn't Do To Drag Them Into Everything, Does It?

Perhaps, After All, Romance Did Not Come Into One’s Life With Pomp And Blare, Like A Gay Knight Riding Down; Perhaps It Crept To One’s Side Like An Old Friend Through Quiet Ways; Perhaps It Revealed Itself In Seeming Prose, Until Some Sudden Shaft Of Illumination Flung Athwart Its Pages Betrayed The Rhythm And The Music, Perhaps . . . Perhaps . . . Love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

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Nobody Whom This War Has Touched Will Ever Be Happy Again In Quite The Same Way. But It Will Be A Better Happiness, I Think, Little Sister - A Happiness We've Earned.

One Reason Why I Like Writing Poetry - You Can Say So Many Things In It That Are True In Poetry But Wouldn't Be True In Prose.

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Whenever You Looked Forward To Anything Pleasant You Were Sure To Be More Or Less Disappointed . . . Perhaps That Is True. But There Is A Good Side To It Too. The Bad Things Don't Always Come Up To Your Expectations Either . . . They Nearly Always Turn Out Ever So Much Better Than You Think.

War Was A Hellish, Horrible Hideous Thing - Too Horrible And Hideous To Happen In The Twentieth Century Between Civilised Nations.

It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

What Care I If It Be "wild And Improbable" And "lacking In Literary Art"? I Refuse To Be Any Longer Hampered By Such Canons Of Criticism. The One Essential Thing I Demand Of A Book Is That It Should Interest Me. If It Does, I Forgive It Every Other Fault.

Who Would Endure Life If It Were Not For The Hope Of Death?

I Feel As If Something Has Been Torn Suddenly Out Of My Life And Left A Terrible Hole. I Feel As If I Couldn't Be I — As If I Must Have Changed Into Somebody Else And Couldn't Get Used To It. It Gives Me A Horrible Lonely, Dazed, Helpless Feeling. It's Good To See You Again — It Seems As If You Were A Sort Of Anchor For My Drifting Soul.

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Steal Not This Book For Fear Of Shame For On It Is The Owners Name And When You Die The Lord Will Say Where Is The Book You Stole Away And When You Say You Do Not Know The Lord Will Say Go Down Below.

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It Was Really Dreadful To Be So Different From Other People…and Yet Rather Wonderful, Too, As If You Were A Being Strayed From Another Star.

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

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Don't You Just Love Poetry That Gives You A Crinkly Feeling Up And Down Your Back?

You Can't Have Many Exclamation Points Left,' Thought Anne, 'but No Doubt The Supply Of Italics Is Inexhaustible.

Exclamation Points

It Was Less Humiliating To Admit Crying Because Of Your Feet Than Because - Because Somebody Had Been Amusing Himself With You And Your Friends Had Forgotten You, And Other People Patronised You.

I Don't Know, I Don't Want To Talk As Much. (...) It's Nicer To Think Dear, Pretty Thoughts And Keep Them In One's Heart, Like Treasures. I Don't Like To Have Them Laughed At Or Wondered Over.

Satirize Wickedness If You Must--but Pity Weakness.

I Feel As If I Had Opened A Book And Found Roses Of Yesterday Sweet And Fragrant, Between Its Leaves.

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Most Things Are Predestined, But Some Are Just Darn Sheer Luck, Said Roaring Abel.

She Had Looked Her Duty Courageously In The Face And Found It A Friend - As Duty Ever Is When We Meet It Frankly.

Nobody With Any Real Sense Of Humor *can* Write A Love Story. . . . Shakespeare Is The Exception That Proves The Rule. (90-91)

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The Woods Are Never Solitary — They Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity. We Can Never Pierce Its Infinite Mystery — We May Only Wander, Awed And Spellbound, On The Outer Fringe Of It. The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice.

The Little Things Of Life, Sweet And Excellent In Their Place, Must Not Be The Things Lived For; The Highest Must Be Sought And Followed; The Life Of Heaven Must Be Begun Here On Earth.

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

But Really, Marilla, One Can't Stay Sad Very Long In Such An Interesting World, Can One?

Everything That's Worth Having Is Some Trouble.

Don't Be Very Frightened, Marilla. I Was Walking The Ridge-pole And I Fell Off. I Suspect I Have Sprained My Ankle. But, Marilla, I Might Have Broken My Neck. Let Us Look On The Bright Side Of Things.

The World Is Always Young Again For Just A Few Moments At The Dawn.

"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.".

Love You! Girl, You're In The Very Core Of My Heart. I Hold You There Like A Jewel. Didn't I Promise You I'd Never Tell You A Lie? Love You! I Love You With All There Is Of Me To Love. Heart, Soul, Brain. Every Fibre Of Body And Spirit Thrilling To The Sweetness Of You. There's Nobody In The World For Me But You, Valancy.

Dramatic Things Always Have A Bitterness For Some One.

Why Did Dusk And Fir-scent And The Afterglow Of Autumnal Sunsets Make People Say Absurd Things?

Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.

It Was In The Spring That Josephine And I Had First Loved Each Other, Or, At Least, Had First Come Into The Full Knowledge That We Loved. I Think That We Must Have Loved Each Other All Our Lives, And That Each Succeeding Spring Was A Word In The Revelation Of That Love, Not To Be Understood Until, In The Fullness Of Time, The Whole Sentence Was Written Out In That Most Beautiful Of All Beautiful Springs.

Life, Deal Gently With Her ... Love, Never Desert Her

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

I Don't Know Which Is Worse - To Have Somebody You Don't Like Ask You To Marry Him Or Not Have Some One You Do Like. Both Are Rather Unpleasant.

True Friends Are Always Together In Spirit.

Why Is It That The Nicest Things Never Are Healthy?

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

A Good Laugh Is As Good As A Prayer Sometimes.

Gossip Lies Nine Times And Tells A Half Truth The Tenth.

Gilbert Darling, Don't Let's Ever Be Afraid Of Things. It's Such Dreadful Slavery. Let's Be Daring And Adventurous And Expectant. Let's Dance To Meet Life And All It Can Bring To Us, Even If It Brings Scads Of Trouble And Typhoid And Twins!" (anne To Gilbert)

You May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

Make A Little Room In Your Plans For Romance Again, Anne, Girl. All The Degrees And Scholarships In The World Can’t Make Up For The Lack Of It. ~aunt Josephine To Anne In Anne Of Green Gables

If We Don't Chase Things, Sometimes The Things Following Us Can Catch Up." -l.m. Montgomery

She Was Richer In Those Dreams Than In Realities; For Things Seen Pass Away, But The Things That Are Unseen Are Eternal.

Oh, It's Delightful To Have Ambitions. I'm So Glad I Have Such A Lot. And There Never Seems To Be Any End To Them-- That's The Best Of It. Just As Soon As You Attain To One Ambition You See Another One Glittering Higher Up Still. It Does Make Life So Interesting.

Poor Soul, She Always Knew Everything About Her Neighbors, But She Never Was Very Well Acquainted With Herself.

Fear Is The Original Sin. Almost All Of The Evil In The World Has Its Origin In The Fact That Some One Is Afraid Of Something.it Is A Cold Slimy Serpent Coiling About You. It Is Horrible To Live With Fear; And It Is Of All Things Degrading.

I Read In A Book Once That A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But I've Never Been Able To Believe It. I Don't Believe A Rose Would Be As Nice If It Was Called A Thistle Or A Skunk Cabbage.

Comedy And Tragedy Are So Mixed Up In Life, Gilbert. The Only Thing That Haunts Me Is That Tale Of The Two Who Lived Together Fifty Years And Hated Each Other All That Time. I Can't Believe They Really Did. Somebody Has Said That 'hate Is Only Love That Has Missed Its Way.' I Feel Sure That Under The Hatred They Really Loved Each Other . . . Just As I Really Loved You All Those Years I Thought I Hated You . . . And I Think Death Would Show It To Them. I'm Glad I Found Out In Life.

You Have The Itch For Writing Born In You. It's Quite Incurable. What Are You Going To Do With It?

All That Ruby Said Was So Horribly True, She Was Leaving Everything She Cared For. She Had Laid Up Her Treasures On Earth Only. She Had Lived Solely For The Little Things Of Life, The Things That Pass, Forgetting The Great Things That Go Onward Into Eternity Bridging The Gulf Between The Two Lives And Making Of Death A Mere Passing Of One Dwelling To The Other. From Twilight To Unclouded Day. ...it Was No Wonder Her Soul Clung In Blind Helplessness To The Only Things She Knew And Loved.

All I Want Is A Dress With Puffy Sleaves

[she] Had A Great Reputation For Unselfishness Because She Was Always Giving Up A Lot Of Things She Didn't Want.

There Was No Mistaking Her Sincerity--it Breathed In Every Tone Of Her Voice. Both Marilla And Mrs. Lynde Recognized Its Unmistakable Ring. But The Former Understood In Dismay That Anne Was Actually Enjoying Her Valley Of Humiliation--was Reveling In The Thoroughness Of Her Abasement. Where Was The Wholesome Punishment Upon Which She, Marilla, Had Plumed Herself? Anne Had Turned It Into A Species Of Positive Pleasure.

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

But I'd Rather Look Like You Than Be Pretty," She Told Anne Sincerely. Anne Laughed, Sipped Honey From The Tribute, And Cast Away The Sting.

A Child That Has A Quick Temper, Just Blaze Up And Cool Down, Ain't Never Likely To Be Sly Or Deceitful.

Welcome, Anne. I Thought You'd Come Today. You Belong To The Afternoon So It Brought You. Things That Belong Together Are Sure To Come Together. What A Lot Of Trouble That Would Save Some People If They Only Knew It. But They Don't...and So They Waste Beautiful Energy Moving Heaven And Earth To Bring Things Together That Don't Belong.

The Night Was Clear And Frosty, All Ebony Of Shadow And Silver Of Snowy Slope; Big Stars Were Shining Over The Silent Fields; Here And There The Dark Pointed Firs Stood Up With Snow Powdering Their Branches And The Wind Whistling Through Them.

Those Who Can Soar To The Highest Heights Can Also Plunge To The Deepest Depths And The Natures Which Enjoy Most Keenly Are Those Which Also Suffer Most Sharply.

... We Always Love Best The People Who Need Us.

We've Had A Beautiful Friendship, Diana. We've Never Marred It By One Quarrel Or Coolness Or Unkind Word; And I Hope It Will Always Be So. But Things Can't Be Quite The Same After This. You'll Have Other Interests. I'll Just Be On The Outside.

Tomorrow Is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In It.

Behind Them In The Garden The Little Stone House Brooded Among The Shadows. It Was Lonely But Not Forsaken. It Had Not Yet Done With Dreams And Laughter And The Joy Of Life; There Were To Be Future Summers For The Little Stone House; Meanwhile, It Could Wait. And Over The River In Purple Durance The Echoes Bided Their Time.

I Shall Give Life Here My Best, And I Believe It Will Give Its Best To Me In Return.

It Is When My Umbrella Turns Inside Out That I Am Convinced Of The Total Depravity Of Inanimate Things.

Inanimate Objects

Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

…there Was Something About Her That Made You Feel It Was Safe To Tell Her Secrets.

We Pay A Price For Everything 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.

I Must Get Out All My Ambitions And Dust Them.

Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly The Same Thing As Praying.

Most People Worry So Much, They Think You're Not Right If You Don't Worry.

You'd Find It Easier To Be Bad Than Good If You Had Red Hair." — Anne Shirley

The Little Things In Life Often Make More Trouble Than The Big Things.

Look, Do You See That Poem?' She Said Suddenly, Pointing.

I've Just Been Imagining That It Was Really Me You Wanted After All And That I Was To Stay Here For Ever And Ever. It Was A Great Comfort While It Lasted. But The Worst Of Imagining Things Is That The Time Comes When You Have To Stop And That Hurts.

How Wicked I Was To Wish That Something Dramatic Would Happen!' She Thought. 'oh, If We Could Only Have Those Dear, Monotonous, Pleasant Days Back Again! I Would *never* Grumble About Them Again.

I Love Them, They Are So Nice And Selfish. Dogs Are Too Good And Unselfish. They Make Me Feel Uncomfortable. But Cats Are Gloriously Human.

I Believe I've Put Forth A Tiny Soul-root Into Kingsport Soil This Afternoon. I Hope So. I Hate To Feel Transplanted.

A Girl Who Would Fall In Love So Easily Or Want A Man To Love Her So Easily Would Probably Get Over It Just As Quickly, Very Little The Worse For Wear. On The Contrary, A Girl Who Would Take Love Seriously Would Probably Be A Good While Finding Herself In Love And Would Require Something Beyond Mere Friendly Attentions From A Man Before She Would Think Of Him In That Light.

Falling In Love

She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

The Trouble With You People Is That You Don't Laugh Enough.

It's Such An Interesting World. It Wouldn't Be Half So Interesting If We Knew All About Everything, Would It?

Talking Too Much

Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.

If You Can't Be Cheerful, Be As Cheerful As You Can.

Rilla's Heart Skipped A Beat — Or, If That Be A Physiological Impossibility, She Thought It Did.

I Wish I Were Dead, Or That It Were Tomorrow Night,' Groaned Phil.

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.

Anyone Who Has Gumption Knows What It Is, And Anyone Who Hasn’t Can Never Know What It Is. So There Is No Need Of Defining It.

I Can't Help Flying Up On The Wings Of Anticipation. It's As Glorious As Soaring Through A Sunset... Almost Pays For The Thud.

A Favor Is Never So Long-lived As A Grudge.

Oh, But There's Such A Difference Between Saying A Thing Yourself And Hearing Other People Say It,' Wailed Anne. 'you May Know A Thing Is So, But You Can't Help Hoping Other People Don't Quite Think It Is.

You Never Know What Peace Is Until You Walk On The Shores Or In The Fields Or Along The Winding Red Roads Of Prince Edward Island In A Summer Twilight When The Dew Is Falling And The Old Stars Are Peeping Out And The Sea Keeps Its Mighty Tryst With The Little Land It Loves. You Find Your Soul Then. You Realize That Youth Is Not A Vanished Thing But Something That Dwells Forever In The Heart.

Facts Are Stubborn Things, But, As Some One Has Wisely Said, Not Half So Stubborn As Fallacies.

Perhaps, After All, Romance Did Not Come Into One's Life With Pomp And Blare... Perhaps It Crept To One's Side Like An Old Friend Through Quiet Ways.

Well Now, I'd Rather Have You Than A Dozen Boys, Anne,' Said Matthew Patting Her Hand. 'just Mind You That — Rather Than A Dozen Boys. Well Now, I Guess It Wasn't A Boy That Took The Avery Scholarship, Was It? It Was A Girl — My Girl — My Girl That I'm Proud Of.

I Am Well In Body Although Considerable Rumpled Up In Spirit.

“you 're Not Eating Anything,” Said Marilla Sharply, Eying Her As If It Were A Serious Shortcoming. Anne Sighed. “i Can 't. I'm In The Depths Of Despair. Can You Eat When You Are In The Depths Of Despair?”

Life Is Worth Living As Long As There's A Laugh In It.

There Is So Much In The World For Us All If We Only Have The Eyes To See It, And The Heart To Love It, And The Hand To Gather It To Ourselves--so Much In Men And Women, So Much In Art And Literature, So Much Everywhere In Which To Delight, And For Which To Be Thankful.

There Is Another Bend In The Road After This. No One Knows What Will Happen.

Bends In The Road

Do You Know What I Think Mayflowers Are, Marilla? I Think They Must Be The Souls Of The Flowers That Died Last Summer, And This Is Their Heaven.

Nasturtiums, Who Colored You, You Wonderful, Glowing Things? You Must Have Been Fashioned Out Of Summer Sunsets.

How Fair The Realm Imagination Opens To The View.

Plum Puffs Can't Minister To A Mind Diseased Or A World That's Crumbling To Pieces

Anne Reveled In The World Of Color About Her. "oh, Marilla," She Exclaimed One Saturday Morning, Coming Dancing In With Her Arms Full Of Gorgeous Boughs, "i'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It? Look At These Maple Branches. Don't They Give You A Thrill--several Thrills?

It's Great To Be Great, But It's Great To Be Human.

Why Must People Kneel Down To Pray? 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 In 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 A Prayer.

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.

Talking Too Much

I Am Well In Body Although Considerably Rumpled Up In Spirit, Thank You, Ma'am,' Said Anne Gravely. Then Aside To Marilla In An Audible Whisper, 'there Wasn't Anything Startling In That, Was There, Marilla?

Mrs. Cadbury: Tell Me What You Know About Yourself. Anne Shirley: Well, It Really Isn't Worth Telling, Mrs. Cadbury... But If You Let Me Tell You What I Imagine About Myself You'd Find It A Lot More Interesting.

The Woods Are Never Solitary--they Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity.

Some Nights Are Like Honey - And Some Like Wine - And Some Like Wormwood.

She Seemed To Walk In An Atmosphere Of Things About To Happen.

I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

I Am Simply A 'book Drunkard.' Books Have The Same Irresistible Temptation For Me That Liquor Has For Its Devotee. I Cannot Withstand Them.

Next To Trying And Winning, The Best Thing Is Trying And Failing.

But I Just Went To Work And Imagined That I Had On The Most Beautiful Pale Blue Silk Dress - Because When You Are Imagining You Might As Well Imagine Something Worth While.

Walter's Eyes Were Very Wonderful. All The Joy And Sorrow And Laughter And Loyalty And Aspirations Of Many Generations Lying Under The Sod Looked Out Of Their Dark-gray Depths.

I'm Afraid Our Old World Has Come To An End, Rilla. We've Got To Face The Fact. (walter)

You Noticed That I Wore This Outfit Twice? Why, The Only Thing You Wear Twice Is A Sour Expression.

You're Not Eating Anything," Said Marilla Sharply, Eying Her As If It Were A Serious Shortcoming. Anne Sighed. I Can't. I'm In The Depths Of Despair. Can You Eat When You Are In The Depths Of Despair?" I've Never Been In The Depths Of Despair, So I Can't Say," Responded Marilla. Weren't You? Well, Did You Ever Try To Imagine You Were In The Depths Of Despair?" No, I Didn't." Then I Don't Think You Can Understand What It's Like. It's Very Uncomfortable A Feeling Indeed.

It's Dreadful What Little Things Lead People To Misunderstand Each Other.

Having Adventures Comes Natural To Some People", Said Anne Serenely. "you Just Have A Gift For Them Or You Haven't.

Nothing Worth While Is Every Easy Come By.

Don't You Ever Imagine Things Differently Than What They Are? Oh, Marilla, How Much You Miss.

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.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

But [sorrows] Won't Get The Better Of You If You Face 'em Together With Love And Trust. You Can Weather Any Storm With Them Two For Compass And Pilot.

My Life Is A Perfect Graveyard Of Buried Hopes.

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