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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.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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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Marilla Felt More Embarrassed Than Ever. She Had Intended To Teach Anne The Childish Classic, "now I Lay Me Down To Sleep." But She Had, As I Have Told You, The Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humor--which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things; And It Suddenly Occurred To Her That Simple Little Prayer, Sacred To The White-robed Childhood Lisping At Motherly Knees, Was Entirely Unsuited To This Freckled Witch Of A Girl Who Knew And Cared Nothing About God's Love, Since She Had Never Had It Translated To Her Through The Medium Of Human Love.

The World Looks Like Something God Had Just Imaged For His Own Pleasure, Doesn't It?

She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

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.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

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.

It Was November--the Month Of Crimson Sunsets, Parting Birds, Deep, Sad Hymns Of The Sea, Passionate Wind-songs In The Pines. Anne Roamed Through The Pineland Alleys In The Park And, As She Said, Let That Great Sweeping Wind Blow The Fogs Out Of Her Soul.

I Know That In Everybody's Life Must Come Days Of Depression And Discouragement When All Things In Life Seem To Lose Savour. The Sunniest Day Has Its Clouds;but One Must Not Forget The Sun Is There All The Time.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet,' Said Priscilla. Anne Glowed. 'i'm So Glad You Spoke That Thought, Priscilla, Instead Of Just Thinking It And Keeping It To Yourself. This World Would Be A Much More Interesting Place…although It Is Very Interesting, Anyhow…if People Spoke Out Their Real Thoughts.

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?

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 Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice That Drowns Our Souls In Its Majestic Music. The Woods Are Human, But The Sea Is Of The Company Of The Archangels.

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.

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'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.

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

She Asked Me What Made Me Do Such A Thing. That Is An Awkward Question Because I Often Can't Tell What Makes Me Do Things. Sometimes I Do Them Just To Find Out What I Feel Like Doing Them. And Sometimes I Do Them Because I Want To Have Some Exciting Things To Tell My Grandchildren.

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

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

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.

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.

Everything That's Worth Having Is Some Trouble.

But If You Call Me Anne, Please Call Me Anne With An 'e'.

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

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

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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.

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I Wish We Could See Perfumes As Well As Smell Them. I'm Sure They Would Be Very Beautiful.

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

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

Tears Don't Hurt Like The Ache Does.

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

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

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

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When I Think Something Nice Is Going To Happen I Seem To Fly Right Up On The Wings Of Anticipation; And Then The First Thing I Realize I Drop Down To Earth With A Thud. But Really, Marilla, The Flying Part Is Glorious As Long As It Lasts. . . It's Like Soaring Through A Sunset. I Think It Almost Pays For The Thud.

…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.

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

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To Love Is Easy And Therefore Common - But To Understand - How Rare It Is!

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.

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.

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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?

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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?

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Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

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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.

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

Besides, I've Been Feeling A Little Blue — Just A Pale, Elusive Azure. It Isn't Serious Enough For Anything Darker.

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

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

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

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.

She Looked Like A Head-on Collision Between A Fashion Plate And A Nightmare.

All Pioneers Are Considered To Be Afflicted With Moonstruck Madness.

If You Can Sit In Silence With A Person For Half An Hour And Yet Be Entirely Comfortable, You And That Person Can Be Friends. If You Cannot, Friends You'll Never Be And You Need Not Waste Time In Trying.

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

Don't Believe In Imagining Things Different From What They Really Are. When The Lord Puts Us In Certain Circumstances He Doesn't Mean For Us To Imagine Them Away.

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

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

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.

She Had Never Before Minded Being Alone. Now She Dreaded It. When She Was Alone Now She Felt So Dreadfully Alone.

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

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

That Is One Good Thing About This World - There Are Always Sure To Be More Springs.

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

Wouldn't It Be Nice If Roses Could Talk? I'm Sure They Could Tell Us Such Lovely Things.

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

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

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.

"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.".

My Life Is A Perfect Graveyard Of Buried Hopes.

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.

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

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

One June Evening, When The Orchards Were Pink-blossomed Again, When The Frogs Were Singing Silverly Sweet In The Marshes About The Head Of The Lake Of Shining Waters, And The Air Was Full Of The Savor Of Clover Fields And Balsamic Fir Woods, Anne Was Sitting By Her Gable Window. She Had Been Studying Her Lessons, But It Had Grown Too Dark To See The Book, So She Had Fallen Into Wide-eyed Reverie, Looking Out Past The Boughs Of The Snow Queen, Once More Bestarred With Its Tufts Of Blossom.

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.

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

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

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?

They Keep Coming Up New All The Time - Things To Perplex You, You Know. You Settle One Question And There's Another Right After. There Are So Many Things To Be Thought Over And Decided When You're Beginning To Grow Up. It Keeps Me Busy All The Time Thinking Them Over And Deciding What's Right. It's A Serious Thing To Grow Up, Isn't It, Marilla?

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?

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.

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Nothing Is Ever Really Lost To Us As Long As We Remember It.

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.

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.

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

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

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

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

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

How Sadly Things Had Changed Since She Had Sat There The Night After Coming Home! Then She Had Been Full Of Hope And Joy And The Future Had Looked Rosy With Promise. Anne Felt As If She Had Lived Years Since Then, But Before She Went To Bed There Was A Smile On Her Lips And Peace In Her Heart. She Had Looked Her Duty Courageously In The Face And Found It A Friend--as Duty Ever Is When We Meet It Frankly.

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

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.

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.

Truth Exists, Only Lies Have To Be Invented.

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, Is It?

The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.

Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A Slave.

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.

Our Sacrifice Is Greater Than His," Cried Rilla Passionately. "our Boys Give Only Themselves. We Give Them.

There Is A Book Of Revelation In Every One's Life, As There Is In The Bible.

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I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

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

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

Life Owes Me Something More Than It Has Paid Me And I'm Going Out To Collect It.

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

It Was October Again ... A Glorious October, All Red And Gold, With Mellow Mornings When The Valleys Were Filled With Delicate Mists As If The Spirit Of Autumn Had Poured Them In For The Sun To Drain - Amethyst, Pearl, Silver, Rose, And Smoke-blue. The Dews Were So Heavy That The Fields Glistened Like Cloth Of Silver And There Were Such Heaps Of Rustling Leaves In The Hollows Of Many-stemmed Woods To Run Crisply Through.

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

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

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.

Diana: "i Wish I Were Rich, And I Could Spend The Whole Summer At A Hotel, Eating Ice Cream And Chicken Salad." Anne: "you Know Something, Diana? We Are Rich. We Have Sixteen Years To Our Credit, And We Both Have Wonderful Imaginations. We Should Be As Happy As Queens." [gestures To The Setting Sun] Anne Shirley: "look At That. You Couldn't Enjoy Its Loveliness More If You Had Ropes Of Diamonds.

Being Frightened Of Things Is Worse Than The Things Themselves.

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 Wish Every One In The World Was As Warm And Sheltered As We Are Tonight.

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

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

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

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?

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'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.

I'd Write Of People And Places Like I Knew, And I'd Make My Characters Talk Everyday English; And I'd Let The Sun Rise And Set In The Usual Quiet Way Without Much Fuss Over The Fact. If I Had To Have Villains At All, I'd Give Them A Chance, Anne--i'd Give Them A Chance. There Are Some Terrible Bad Men The World, I Suppose, But You'd Have To Go A Long Piece To Find Them...but Most Of Us Have Got A Little Decency Somewhere In Us. Keep On Writing, Anne.

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

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.

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.

I Don't Know That She Is As Amusing As She Was When She Was A Child, But She Makes Me Love Her And I Like People Who Make Me Love Them. It Saves Me So Much Trouble In Making Myself Love Them.

Before This War Is Over,' [walter] Said - Or Something Said Through His Lips - 'every Man And Woman And Child In Canada Will Feel It - You, Mary, Will Feel It - Feel It To Your Heart's Core. You Will Weep Tears Of Blood Over It. The Piper Has Come - And He Will Pipe Until Every Corner Of The World Has Heard His Awful And Irresistible Music. It Will Be Years Before The Dance Of Death Is Over - Years, Mary. And In Those Years Millions Of Hearts Will Break.

I've Always Held That Early Marriage Is A Sure Indication Of Second-rate Goods That Had To Be Sold In A Hurry." - Martin Harris

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.

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)

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.

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.

When You've Learned To Laugh At The Things That Should Be Laughed At, And Not To Laugh At Those That Shouldn't, You've Got Wisdom And Understanding. -aunt Jimsie

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

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.

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.

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...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humour - Which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things.

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

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

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.

Don't Look At Me So Sorrowfully And So Disapprovingly, Dearest. I Can't Be Sober And Serious - Everything Looks So Rosy And Rainbowy To Me.

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

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

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

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

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.

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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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.

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

It's Not Vanity To Know Your Own Good Points. It Would Just Be Stupidity If You Didn't; It's Only Vanity When You Get Puffed Up About Them.

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.

There's Such A Lot Of Different Annes In Me. I Sometimes Think That Is Why I'm Such A Troublesome Person. If I Was Just The One Anne It Would Be Ever So Much More Comfortable, But Then It Wouldn't Be Half So Interesting.

It Doesn't Take Long To Stay An Hour.

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

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