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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.

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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.

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God's In His Heaven, Alls Right With The World', Whispered Anne Softly.

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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 Transparent Like Mist At Dawn.

After All, What Could You Expect From A Pig But A Grunt?

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.

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.

Since You Are Determined To Be Married, Miss Cornelia," Said Gilbert Solemnly, "i Shall Give You The Excellent Rules For The Management Of A Husband Which My Grandmother Gave My Mother When She Married My Father." "well, I Reckon I Can Manage Marshall Elliott," Said Miss Cornelia Placidly. "but Let Us Hear Your Rules." "the First One Is, Catch Him." "he's Caught. Go On." "the Second One Is, Feed Him Well." "with Enough Pie. What Next?" "the Third And Fourth Are-- Keep Your Eye On Him.

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.

"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.".

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.

New Years Resolution

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

The Ghosts Of Things That Never Happened Are Worse Than The Ghosts Of Things That Did.

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

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.

It’s So Much More Romantic To End A Story Up With A Funeral Than A Wedding.

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?

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

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

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.

I Know You're A Fool, Jim Hardy, But For Heaven's Sake Pretend You're Not For Five Minutes.

…the Lake Of Shining Waters Was Blue — Blue — Blue; Not The Changeful Blue Of Spring, Nor The Pale Azure Of Summer, But A Clear, Steadfast, Serene Blue, As If The Water Were Past All Modes And Tenses Of Emotion And Had Settled Down To A Tranquillity Unbroken By Fickle Dreams.

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

Anne, Are You Killed?' Shrieked Diana, Throwing Herself On Her Knees Beside Her Friend. 'oh, Anne, Dear Anne, Speak Just One Word To Me And Tell Me If You're Killed.

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Fancies Are Like Shadows...you Can't Cage Them, They're Such Wayward, Dancing Things.

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

I Think It Would Be Worse To Expect Nothing Than To Be Disappointed.

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.

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

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Inanimate Objects

Do You Know, Gilbert, There Are Times When I Strongly Suspect That I Love You!

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

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

Looking Forward

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

Oh, Of Course There's A Risk In Marrying Anybody, But, When It's All Said And Done, There's Many A Worse Thing Than A Husband.

I Wonder If It Will Be—can Be—any More Beautiful Than This,’ Murmured Anne, Looking Around Her With The Loving, Enraptured Eyes Of Those To Whom ‘home’ Must Always Be The Loveliest Spot In The World, No Matter What Fairer Lands May Lie Under Alien Stars.

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

Do You Think Amethysts Can Be The Souls Of Good Violets?

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.

Some People Go Through Life Trying To Find Out What The World Holds For Them Only To Find Out Too Late That It's What They Bring To The World That Really Counts.

Don't You Know That It Is Only Very Foolish Folk Who Talk Sense All The Time?

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

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

I'm Not A Bit Changed - Not Really. I'm Only Just Pruned Down And Branched Out. The Real Me - Back Here - Is Just The Same.

But Feeling Is So Different From Knowing. My Common Sense Tells Me All You Can Say, But There Are Times When Common Sense Has No Power Over Me. Common Nonsense Takes Possession Of My Soul.

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

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

I Must Be Getting Old ... People Are Beginning To Tell Me I Look So Young. They Never Tell You That When You Are Young.

...the Sorrows God Sent Us Brought Comfort And Strength With Them, While The Sorrows We Brought On Ourselves, Through Folly Or Wickedness, Were By Far The Hardest To Bear.

Nothing Worth While Is Every Easy Come By.

March Came In That Winter Like The Meekest And Mildest Of Lambs, Bringing Days That Were Crisp And Golden And Tingling, Each Followed By A Frosty Pink Twilight Which Gradually Lost Itself In An Elfland Of Moonshine.

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.

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

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 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.

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

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

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