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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.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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One June Evening, When

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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.

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We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

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.

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.

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers.

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.

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

It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When People Are Grown Up.

Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

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

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

Proverbs Are All Very Fine When There's Nothing To Worry You, But When You're In Real Trouble, They're Not A Bit Of Help.

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.

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.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make A World, As I've Often Heard, But I Think There Are Some Who Could Be Spared,' Anne Told Her Reflection In The East Gable Mirror That Night.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

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.

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.

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

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

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

But Anne With Her Elbows On The Window Sill, Her Soft Cheek Laid Against Her Clasped Hands, And Her Eyes Filled With Visions, Looked Out Unheedingly Across City Roof And Spire To That Glorious Dome Of Sunset Sky And Wove Her Dreams Of A Possible Future From The Golden Tissue Of Youth's Own Optimism. All The Beyond Was Hers, With Its Possibilities Lurking Rosily In The Oncoming Years — Each Year A Rose Of Promise To Be Woven Into An Immortal Chaplet.

You'll Never Write Anything That Really Satisfies You Though It May Satisfy Other People.

If Any Person Wants To See Clearly Just How Much She Has Changed - Whether For Better Or Worse - Let Her Revisit After Some Lapse Of Time Any Place Where She Has Ones Lived. She Will Meet Her Former Self At Every Turn, With Every Familiar Face, In Every Old Recollection ... She Will See How Much She Has Gained In Some Respects, How Much She Has Lost - Irretrievably Lost - In Others.

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

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?

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Being Frightened Of Things Is Worse Than The Things Themselves.

…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.

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

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.

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.

Nobody Is Ever Too Old To Dream. And Dreams Never Grow Old.

Anne Of Windy Poplars

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Kindred Spirits Are Not So Scarce As I Used To Think. It's Splendid To Find Out There Are So Many Of Them In The World.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

You Were Never Poor As Long As You Had Something To Love.

Anne Of Windy Poplars

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.

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

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

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

I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial," Said Anne, Rather Scornfully. "nobody Would Expect Two Blacksmiths To Be Violently Attracted Toward Each Other Merely Because They Were Both Blacksmiths.

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

I Am Simply A Book Drunkard.

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

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.

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

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

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

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.

It's Been My Experience That You Can Nearly Always Enjoy Things If You Make Up Your Mind Firmly That You Will.

How Fair The Realm Imagination Opens To The View.

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

My Life Is A Perfect Graveyard Of Buried Hopes.

I've Come Home In Love With Loneliness

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 May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

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

That Is One Consolation When You Are Poor—there Are So Many More Things You Can Imagine About.

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

Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With The Changing Years.

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

Let's Not Borrow Trouble. The Rate Of Interest Is Too High.

It Seems To Me A Most Dreadful Thing To Go Out Of The World And Not Leave One Person Behind You Who Is Sorry You Are Gone,' Said Anne, Shuddering.

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

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.

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.

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

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.

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

Make Them Do As You Want Them To," She Said. "i Can’t," Mourned Anne. "averil Is Such An Unmanageable Heroine. She Will Do And Say Things I Never Meant Her To. Then That Spoils Everything That Went Before And I Have To Write It All Over Again.

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

Talking Too Much

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.

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

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.

But I Believe I Rather Like Superstitious People. They Lend Color To Life. Wouldn't It Be A Rather Drab World If Everybody Was Wise And Sensible . . . And Good? What Would We Find To Talk About?

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.

It Will Come Sometime. Some Beautiful Morning She Will Just Wake Up And Find It Is Tomorrow. Not Today But Tomorrow. And Then Things Will Happen ... Wonderful Things.

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.

Perhaps. . .love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

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

Bends In The Road

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Anne Laughed And Sighed. She Felt Very Old And Mature And Wise — Which Showed How Young She Was.

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

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

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.

People Who Haven’t Red Hair Don’t Know What Trouble Is.

Good Night, Belovedest. Your Sleep Will Be Sweet If There Is Any Influences In The Wishes Of Your Own.

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.

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?

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. It Wouldn't Be Half So Interesting If We Know All About Everything, Would It? There'd Be No Scope For Imagination Then, Would There?but Am I Talking Too Much? People Are Always Telling Me I Do. Would You Rather I Didn't Talk? If You Say So I'll Stop. I Can Stop When I Make Up My Mind To It, Although It's Difficult.

“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 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.

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

I Hate To Lend A Book I Love...it Never Seems Quite The Same When It Comes Back To Me.

Come Back To Me

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.

Thank Goodness Air And Salvation Are Still Free...and So Is Laughter.

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.

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

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

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

The Only Thing I Envy About A Cat Is Its Purr," Remarked Dr. Blythe Once, Listening To Doc's Resonant Melody. "it Is The Most Contented Sound In The World.

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

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

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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

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?

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'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 Is Never Quite Safe To Think We Have Done With Life. When We Imagine We Have Finished Our Story Fate Has A Trick Of Turning The Page And Showing Us Yet Another Chapter.

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's So Easy To Be Wicked Without Knowing It, Isn't 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.

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

Inanimate Objects

And He Wrote, "when The Moon Rises Tonight Think Of Me And I'll Think Of You.

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

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

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

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

You Mayn't Get The Things Themselves; But Nothing Can Prevent You From Having The Fun Of Looking Forward To Them.

Looking Forward

It Does Not Do To Laugh At The Pangs Of Youth. They Are Very Terrible Because Youth Has Not Yet Learned That 'this, Too, Will Pass Away.

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.

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

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

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?

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

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

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.

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

Glad To Be Alive

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.

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.

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

I'm Afraid Of Those Cows,' Protested Poor Dora, Seeing A Prospect Of Escape. 'the Very Idea Of Your Being Scared Of Those Cows,' Scoffed Davy. 'why, They're Both Younger Than You.

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

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.

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

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

But It Ain't Our Feelings We Have To Steer By Through Life--no, No, We'd Make Shipwreck Mighty Often If We Did That. There's Only The One Safe Compass And We've Got To Set Our Course By That--what It's Right To Do.

That's All The Freedom We Canhope For - The Freedom To Choose Our Prison. [...]

Freedom To Choose

Here Sat Marilla Cuthbert, When She Sat At All, Slightly Distrustful Of Sunshine, Which Seemed To Her Too Dancing And Irresponsible A Thing For A World Which Was Meant To Be Taken Seriously.

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

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

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

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

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