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Anne’s Horizons Had Closed In Since The Night She Had Sat There After Coming Home From Queen’s; But If The Path Set Before Her Feet Was To Be Narrow She Knew That Flowers Of Quiet Happiness Would Bloom Along It. The Joys Of Sincere Work And Worthy Aspiration And Congenial Friendship Were To Be Hers; Nothing Could Rob Her Of Her Birthright Of Fancy Or Her Ideal World Of Dreams. And There Was Always The Bend In The Road!

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Anne’s Horizons Had Closed

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Anne’s Horizons Had Closed In Since The Night She Had Sat There After Coming Home From Queen’s; But If The Path Set Before Her Feet Was To Be Narrow She Knew That Flowers Of Quiet Happiness Would Bloom Along It. The Joys Of Sincere Work And Worthy Aspiration And Congenial Friendship Were To Be Hers; Nothing Could Rob Her Of Her Birthright Of Fancy Or Her Ideal World Of Dreams. And There Was Always The Bend In The Road!

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

There Is No Such Thing As Freedom On Earth," He Said. "only Different Kinds Of Bondages. And Comparative Bondages. You Think You Are Free Now Because You've Escaped From A Peculiarly Unbreakable Kind Of Bondage. But Are You? You Love Me - That's A Bondage.

He Had Also The Reputation Of Being A Bit Of A Lady Killer. But That Probably Accrued To Him From His Possession Of A Laughing, Velvety Voice Which No Girl Could Hear Without A Heartbeat, And A Dangerous Way Of Listening As If She Were Saying Something That He Had Longed All His Life To Hear.

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

I Suppose All This Sounds Very Crazy — All These Terrible Emotions Always Do Sound Foolish When We Put Them Into Our Inadequate Words. They Are Not Meant To Be Spoken — Only Felt And Endured.

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

All Life Lessons Are Not Learned At College,'she Thought. Life Teaches Them Everywhere.

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

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.

You'd Find It Easier To Be Bad Than Good If You Had Red Hair," Said Anne Reproachfully. "people Who Haven't Red Hair Don't Know What Trouble Is.

Heaven Grant Me Patience! Clothes Are Very Important," Said Anne Severely

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

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

Gilbert Put His Arm About Them. 'oh, You Mothers!' He Said. 'you Mothers! God Knew What He Was About When He Made You.

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

That's One Splendid Thing About Such Affairs — It's So Lovely To Look Back To Them.

There Be Three Gentle And Goodlie Things, To Be Here, To Be Together, And To Think Well Of One Another.

Gilbert Took From His Desk A Little Pink Candy Heart With A Gold Motto On It, “you Are Sweet,” And Slipped It Under The Curve Of Anne’s Arm. Whereupon Anne Arose, Took The Pink Heart Gingerly Between The Tips Of Her Fingers, Dropped It On The Floor, Ground It To Powder Beneath Her Heel, And Resumed Her Position Without Deigning To Bestow A Glance On Gilbert.

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

But The Worst Of Imagining Things Is That The Time Comes When You Have To Stop And That Hurts.

Most Of The Trouble In Life Comes From Misunderstanding, I Think,' Said Anne.

It's So Dreadful To Have Nothing To Love - Life Is So Empty - And There's Nothing Worse Than Emptiness.

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

We Should Regret Our Mistakes And Learn From Them, But Never Carry Them Forward Into The Future With Us.

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.

But Just Think What A Dull World It Would Be If Everyone Was Sensible,' Pleaded Anne.

That's The Worst Of Growing Up, And I'm Beginning To Realize It. The Things You Wanted So Much When You Were A Child Don't Seem Half So Wonderful To You When You Get Them.

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.

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.

The Body Grows Slowly And Steadily But The Soul Grows By Leaps And Bounds. It May Come To Its Full Stature In An Hour.

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.

What Had Seemed Easy In Imagination Was Rather Hard In Reality.

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

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

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.

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.

Blessings Be The Inventor Of The Alphabet, Pen And Printing Press! Life Would Be -- To Me In All Events -- A Terrible Thing Without Books.

Never Write A Line You'd Be Ashamed To Read At Your Own Funeral.

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet.

I'm Really A Very Happy, Contented Little Person In Spite Of My Broken Heart.

Don't Be Led Away By Those Howls About Realism. Remember-pine Woods Are Just As Real As Pigsties And A Darn Sight Pleasanter To Be In.

Never Be Silent With Persons You Love And Distrust," Mr. Carpenter Had Said Once. "silence Betrays.

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.

Words Aren't Made — They Grow,' Said Anne.

Gilbert, I'm Afraid I'm Scandalously In Love With You.

Anne Of Windy Poplars

Cakes Have Such A Terrible Habit Of Turning Out Bad Just When You Especially Want Them To Be Good.

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.

I Believe Flowers Have Souls. I Have Known Roses That I Expect To Meet In Heaven.

Anne Came Dancing Home In The Purple Winter Twilight Across The Snowy Places.

[o]ne Can Dream So Much Better In A Room Where There Are Pretty Things.

Mrs. Lynde Says, 'blessed Are They Who Expect Nothing For They Shall Not Be Disappointed.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

Hark, I Hear A Robin Calling! List, The Wind Is From The South! And The Orchard-bloom Is Falling Sweet As Kisses On The Mouth. In The Dreamy Vale Of Beeches Fair And Faint Is Woven Mist, And The River's Orient Reaches Are The Palest Amethyst. Every Limpid Brook Is Singing Of The Lure Of April Days; Every Piney Glen Is Ringing With The Maddest Roundelays. Come And Let Us Seek Together Springtime Lore Of Daffodils, Giving To The Golden Weather Greeting On The Sun-warm Hills.

We Must Have Ideals And Try To Live Up To Them, Even If We Never Quite Succeed. Life Would Be A Sorry Business Without Them. With Them It's Grand And Great.

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I Must Get Out All My Ambitions And Dust Them.

I Was Very Much Provoked. Of Course, I Knew There Are No Fairies; But That Needn't Prevent My Thinking There Is.

I'm Always Sorry When Pleasant Things End. Something Still Pleasanter May Come After, But You Can Never Be Sure.

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I Don't Want Sunbursts And Marble Halls. I Just Want You. Sunbursts And Marble Halls May Be All Very Well, But There Is More 'scope For Imagination' Without Them. And As For The Waiting, That Doesn't Matter. We'll Just Be Happy, Waiting And Working For Each Other—and Dreaming. Oh, Dreams Will Be Very Sweet Now.

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

Nothing Worth While Is Every Easy Come By.

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People Told Her She Hadn't Changed Much, In A Tone Which Hinted They Were Surprised And A Little Disappointed She Hadn't.

It Is Ever So Much Easier To Be Good If Your Clothes Are Fashionable.

There Is No Use In Loving Things If You Have To Be Torn From Them, Is There? And It's So Hard To Keep From Loving Things, Isn't It?

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.

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Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.

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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I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial.

Anne Shirley. Anne With An "e.

It's The Fools That Make All The Trouble In The World, Not The Wicked.

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.

I'm So Glad My Window Looks East Into The Sunrising- It's So Splendid To See The Morning Coming Up Over Those Long Hills And Glowing Through Those Sharp Fir Tops. It's New Every Morning, And I Feel As If I Washed My Very Soul In That Bath Of Earliest Sunshine.

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.

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

We Came To The Comforting Conclusion That The Creator Probably Knew How To Run His Universe Quite As Well As We Do, And That, After All, There Are No Such Things As 'wasted' Lives, Saving And Except When Am Individual Wilfully Squanders And Wastes His Own Life.

It Has Always Seemed To Me. Ever Since Early Childhood, Amid All The Commonplaces Of Life, I Was Very Near To A Kingdom Of Ideal Beauty. Between It And Me Hung Only A Thin Veil. I Could Never Draw It Quite Aside, But Sometimes A Wind Fluttered It And I Caught A Glimpse Of The Enchanting Realms Beyond-only A Glimpse-but Those Glimpses Have Always Made Life Worthwhile.

I Suppose It Was A Romantic Was To Perish... For A Mouse

When I Left Queen's My Future Seemed To Stretch Out Before Me Like A Straight Road. I Thought I Could See Along It For Many A Milestone. Now There Is A Bend In It. I Don't Know What Lies Around The Bend, But I'm Going To Believe That The Best Does.

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

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

A House Isn't A Home Without The Ineffable Contentment Of A Cat With Its Tail Folded About Its Feet. A Cat Gives Mystery, Charm, Suggestion.

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.

I Heard Someone Say Once That The Years From Fifteen To Nineteen Are The Best Years In A Girl's Life.

Don't Try To Write Anything You Can't Feel - It Will Be A Failure - 'echoes Nothing Worth

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

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

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

When Twilight Drops Her Curtain Down And Pins It With A Star Remember That You Have A Friend Though She May Wander Far.

I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Live In A World Where It Was Always June.

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?

If I Can't Get What I Want - Well, I'll Want What I Can Get.

Which Would You Rather Be If You Had The Choice--divinely Beautiful Or Dazzlingly Clever Or Angelically Good?

I Am Quite Likely To Re-act To The Opposite Extreme - To Feel Rapturously That The World Is Beautiful And Mere Existence Something To Thank God For. I Suppose Our 'blues' Are The Price We Have To Pay For Our Temperament. 'the Gods Don't Allow Us To Be In Their Debt.' They Give Us Sensitiveness To Beauty In All Its Forms But The Shadow Of The Gift Goes With It.

It's Not What The World Holds For You. It's What You Bring To It.

One Can't Get Over The Habit Of Being A Little Girl All At Once.

That Doesn't Sound Very Attractive," Laughed Anne. "i Like People To Have A Little Nonsense About Them.

Few Women Are So Beautiful And Charming That They Can Afford To Divest Themselves Of Any Portion Of Their Charm; So They Are Very Foolish To Do So By Smoking. It Doesn't Matter About Men. Men Look Ugly And Silly, Too, When Smoking. But It Isn't Beauty That Matters With Them-only Strength

As A Rule, I Am Very Careful To Be Shallow And Conventional Where Depth And Originality Are Wasted.

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.

I Have A Little Brown Cocoon Of An Idea That May Possibly Expand Into A Magnificent Moth Of Fulfilment.

When I Read That The Flash Came, And I Took A Sheet Of Paper. . .and I Wrote On It: I, Emily Byrd Starr, Do Solemnly Vow This Day That I Will Climb The Alpine Path And Write My Name On The Scroll Of Fame.

Isn't It Good Just To Be Alive On A Day Like This? I Pity The People Who Aren't Born Yet For Missing It.

We Are Never Half So Interesting When We Have Learned That Language Is Given Us To Enable Us To Conceal Our Thoughts.

Oh, Sometimes I Think It Is Of No Use To Make Friends. They Only Go Out Of Your Life After Awhile And Leave A Hurt That Is Worse Than The Emptiness Before They Came.

All In All, It Was A Never-to-be-forgotten Summer — One Of Those Summers Which Come Seldom Into Any Life, But Leave A Rich Heritage Of Beautiful Memories In Their Going — One Of Those Summers Which, In A Fortunate Combination Of Delightful Weather, Delightful Friends And Delightful Doing, Come As Near To Perfection As Anything Can Come In This World.

Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With The Changing Years.

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.

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

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

A Plate Of Apples, An Open Fire, And A Jolly Good Book Are A Fair Substitute For Heaven.

I've Always Loved The Night And I'll Like Lying Awake And Thinking Over Everything In Life, Past, Present And To Come. Especially To Come.

Secrets Are Generally Terrible. Beauty Is Not Often Hidden — Only Ugliness And Deformity.

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

Night Is Beautiful When You Are Happy--comforting When You Are In Grief--terrible When You Are Lonely And Unhappy.

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.

Satirize Wickedness If You Must--but Pity Weakness.

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

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

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

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.

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.

After All," Anne Had Said To Marilla Once, "i Believe The Nicest And Sweetest Days Are Not Those On Which Anything Very Splendid Or Wonderful Or Exciting Happens But Just Those That Bring Simple Little Pleasures, Following One Another Softly, Like Pearls Slipping Off A String.

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

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

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

Trees, Unlike So Many Humans, Always Improve On Acquaintance. No Matter How Much You Like Them At The Start You Are Sure To Like Them Much Better Further On, And Best Of All When You Have Known Them For Years And Enjoyed Intercourse With Them In All Seasons.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

True Friends Are Always Together In Spirit.

She Wanted To Be Alone - To Think Things Out - To Adjust Herself, If It Were Possible, To The New World In Which She Seemed To Have Been Transplanted With A Suddenness And Completeness That Left Her Half Bewildered To Her Own Identity.

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

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

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

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.

Nobody Can Keep On Being Angry If She Looks Into The Heart Of A Pansy For A Little While.

…i Think,' Concluded Anne, Hitting On A Very Vital Truth, 'that We Always Love Best The People Who Need Us.

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

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

Oh, We're Very Careful, Marilla. And It's So Interesting. Two Flashes Means, "are You There?" Three Means "yes" And Four "no." Five Means, "come Over As Soon As Possible, Because I Have Something Important To Reveal." Diana Has Just Signalled Five Flashes, And I'm Really Suffering To Know What It Is.

It Makes You Feel Very Virtuous When You Forgive People, Doesn't It?

Humor Is The Spiciest Condiment In The Feast Of Existence. Laugh At Your Mistakes But Learn From Them, Joke Over Your Troubles But Gather Strength From Them, Make A Jest Of Your Difficulties But Overcome Them.

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

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

I'm Just Tired Of Everything…even Of The Echoes. There Is Nothing In My Life But Echoes…echoes Of Lost Hopes And Dreams And Joys. They're Beautiful And Mocking.

Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

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.

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?

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

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

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

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.

I Can Just Imagine Myself Sitting Down At The Head Of The Table And Pouring Out The Tea," Said Anne, Shutting Her Eyes Ecstatically. "and Asking Diana If She Takes Sugar! I Know She Doesn't But Of Course I'll Ask Her Just As If I Didn't Know.

Trees Have As Much Individuality As Human Beings. Not Even Two Spruces Are Alike. There Is Always Some Kink Or Curve Or Bend Of Bough To Single Each One Out From Its Fellows.

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've Done My Best, And I Begin To Understand What Is Meant By 'the Joy Of Strife'. Next To Trying And Winning, The Best Thing Is Trying And Failing.

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?

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.

Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And Two-thirds Wrong.

Have You Ever Noticed That When People Say It Is Their Duty To Tell You A Certain Thing You May Prepare For Something Disagreeable? Why Is It That They Never Seem To Think It A Duty To Tell You The Pleasant Things They Hear About You?

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've A Pocket Full Of Dreams To Sell," Said Teddy, Whimsically,... "what D'ye Lack? What D'ye Lack? A Dream Of Success--a Dream Of Adventure--a Dream Of The Sea--a Dream Of The Woodland--any Kind Of A Dream You Want At Reasonable Prices, Including One Or Two Unique Little Nightmares. What Will You Give Me For A Dream?

I Know I Chatter On Far Too Much... But If You Only Knew How Many Things I Want To Say And Don't. Give Me Some Credit.

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

I've Had A Splendid Time," She Concluded Happily, "and I Feel That It Marks An Epoch In My Life. But The Best Of It All Was The Coming Home.

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

…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.

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

Oh Marilla, Looking Forward To Things Is Half The Pleasure Of Them," Exclaimed Anne.

Looking Forward

Fairyland Is The Loveliest Word Because It Means Everything The Human Heart Desires.

Folks That Has Brought Up Children Know That There's No Hard And Fast Method In The World That'll Suit Every Child. But Them As Never Have Think It's All As Plain And Easy As Rule Of Three—just Set Your Three Terms Down So Fashion, And The Sum'll Work Out Correct.

...a Little "appreciation" Sometimes Does Quite As Much Good As All The Conscientious "bringing Up" In The World.

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

Yes, It's Beautiful,' Said Gilbert, Looking Steadily Down Into Anne's Uplifted Face, 'but Wouldn't It Have Been More Beautiful Still, Anne, If There Had Been No Separation Or Misunderstanding . . . If They Had Come Hand In Hand All The Way Through Life, With No Memories Behind Them But Those Which Belonged To Each Other?

In Imagination She Sailed Over Storied Seas That Wash The Distant Shining Shores Of "faëry Lands Forlorn," Where Lost Atlantis And Elysium Lie, With The Evening Star For Pilot, To The Land Of Heart's Desire. And She Was Richer In Those Dreams Than In Realities; For Things Seen Pass Away, But The Things That Are Unseen Are Eternal.

I'd Rather Look Ridiculous When Everybody Else Does Than Plain And Sensible All By Myself.

Valancy Herself Had Never Quite Relinquished A Certain Pitiful, Shamed, Little Hope That Romance Would Come Her Way Yet - Never, Until This Wet, Horrible Morning, When She Wakened To The Fact That She Was Twenty-nine And Unsought By Any Man. Ay, There Lay The Sting. Valancy Did Not Mind So Much Being An Old Maid. After All, She Thought, Being An Old Maid Couldn’t Possibly Be As Dreadful As Being Married To An Uncle Wellignton Or An Uncle Benjamin, Or Even An Uncle Herbert. What Hurt Her Was That She Had Never Had A Chance To Be Anything But An Old Maid.

Fear Is A Vile Thing, And Is At The Bottom Of Almost Every Wrong And Hatred Of The World.

But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

I Feel As Though Someone's Handed Me The Moon... And I Don't Exactly Know What To Do With It.

Without Shedding Of Blood There Is No Anything. Everything, It Seems To Me, Has To Be Purchased By Selfsacrifice. Our Race Has Marked Every Step Of Its Painful Ascent With Blood. And Now Torrents Of It Must Flow Again.

Tomorrow Is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In It.

Have You Ever Noticed How Many Silences There Are Gilbert? The Silence Of The Woods....of The Shore....of The Meadows....of The Night....of The Summer Afternoon. All Different Because The Undertones That Thread Them Are Different.

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

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.

But She Had Long Ago Learned That When She Wandered Into The Realm Of Fancy She Must Go Alone. The Way To It Was By An Enchanted Path Where Not Even Her Dearest Might Follow Her.

Everything Is New In The Spring. Springs Themselves Are Always So New, Too. No Spring Is Ever Just Like Any Other Spring. It Always Has Something Of Its Own To Be Its Own Peculiar Sweetness.

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.

But Pearls Are For Tears, The Old Legend Says," Gilbert Had Objected. "i'm Not Afraid Of That. And Tears Can Be Happy As Well As Sad. My Very Happiest Moments Have Been When I Had Tears In My Eyes—when Marilla Told Me I Might Stay At Green Gables—when Matthew Gave Me The First Pretty Dress I Ever Had—when I Heard That You Were Going To Recover From The Fever. So Give Me Pearls For Our Troth Ring, Gilbert, And I'll Willingly Accept The Sorrow Of Life With Its Joy." -anne

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

Nathan Always Believed His Wife Was Trying To Poison Him But He Didn't Seem To Mind. He Said It Made Life Kind Of Exciting.

It's Bad Enough To Feel Insignificant, But It's Unbearable To Have It Grained Into Your Soul That You Will Never, Can Never, Be Anything But Insignificant.

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?

It Always Amazes Me To Look At The Little, Wrinkled Brown Seeds And Think Of The Rainbows In 'em," Said Captain Jim. "when I Ponder On Them Seeds I Don't Find It Nowise Hard To Believe That We've Got Souls That'll Live In Other Worlds. You Couldn't Hardly Believe There Was Life In Them Tiny Things, Some No Bigger Than Grains Of Dust, Let Alone Colour And Scent, If You Hadn't Seen The Miracle, Could You?

When People Mean To Be Good To You, You Don't Mind Very Much When They're Not Quite—always.

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