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…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.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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…the Lake Of Shining

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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…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.

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

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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?

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.

It Was Rapture Enough Just To Sit There Beside Him In Silence, Alone In The Summer Night In The White Splendor Of Moonshine, With The Wind Blowing Down On Them Out Of The Pine Woods.

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

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

Why, I've Never Even Had A Quarrel With Any One. I Haven't An Enemy. What A Spineless Thing I Must Be Not To Have Even One Enemy!

Fear Is A Confession Of Weakness. What You Fear Is Stronger Than You, Or You Think It Is, Else You Wouldn't Be Afraid Of It.

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

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

Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With The Changing Years.

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.

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

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

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

Nothing Worth While Is Every Easy Come By.

At Seventeen Dreams Do Satisfy Because You Think The Realities Are Waiting For You Farther On.

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

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.

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

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

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

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

Anne Of Windy Poplars

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

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

Talking Too Much

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.

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

Why Is It That The Nicest Things Never Are Healthy?

I Have Really Done So Few Bad Things That They Have To Keep Harping On The Old Ones [.]

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

There Might Be Some Hours Of Loneliness. But There Was Something Wonderful Even In Loneliness. At Least You Belonged To Yourself When You Were Lonely.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

…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.

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

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

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.

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

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

Bends In The Road

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

I Doubt If I Shall Ever Have Time To Read The Book Again -- There Are Too Many New Ones Coming Out All The Time Which I Want To Read. Yet An Old Book Has Something For Me Which No New Book Can Ever Have -- For At Every Reading The Memories And Atmosphere Of Other Readings Come Back And I Am Reading Old Years As Well As An Old Book.

I Can't Cheer Up — I Don't Want To Cheer Up. It's Nicer To Be Miserable!

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

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

People Who Don't Like Cats Always Seem To Think There Is Some Peculiar Virtue In Not Liking Them.

Matthew, Much To His Own Surprise, Was Enjoying Himself. Like Most Quiet Folks He Liked Talkative People When They Were Willing To Do The Talking Themselves And Did Not Expect Him To Keep Up His End Of It.

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!

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

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.

The Greatest Happiness Is To Sneeze When You Want To.

I Have A Dream," He Said Slowly. "i Persist In Dreaming It, Although It Has Often Seemed To Me That It Could Never Come True. I Dream Of A Home With A Hearth-fire In It, A Cat And Dog, The Footsteps Of Friends -- And You!

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

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.

A Broken Heart In Real Life Isn't Half As Dreadful As It Is In Books. It's A Good Deal Like A Bad Tooth, Though You Won't Think That A Very Romantic Simile. It Takes Spells Of Aching And Gives You A Sleepless Night Now And Then, But Between Times It Lets You Enjoy Life And Dreams And Echoes And Peanut Candy As If There Were Nothing The Matter With It.

Why Must People Kneel Down To Pray? If I Really Wanted To Pray I’ll Tell You What I'd Do. I'd Go Out Into A Great Big Field All Alone Or In The Deep, Deep Woods And I'd Look Up Into The Sky—up—up—up—into That Lovely Blue Sky That Looks As If There Was No End To Its Blueness. And Then I'd Just Feel A Prayer.

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

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

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 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.

I Wouldn't Want To Marry Anybody Who Was Wicked, But I Think I'd Like It If He Could Be Wicked And Wouldn't.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

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

Tomorrow Is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In It.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...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.

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

Come Back To Me

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

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.

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

We Belong To The Race That Knows Joseph

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.

Dramatic Things Always Have A Bitterness For Some One.

I've Come Home In Love With Loneliness

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

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

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.

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.

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

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.

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

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

As She Walked Along She Dramatized The Night. There Was About It A Wild, Lawless Charm That Appealed To A Certain Wild, Lawless Strain Hidden Deep In Emily’s Nature—the Strain Of The Gypsy And The Poet, The Genius And The Fool.

I'd Like To Add Some Beauty To Life," Said Anne Dreamily. "i Don't Exactly Want To Make People Know More... Though I Know That Is The Noblest Ambition... But I'd Love To Make Them Have A Pleasanter Time Because Of Me... To Have Some Little Joy Or Happy Thought That Would Never Have Existed If I Hadn't Been Born.

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

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

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

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

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

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?

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

Reading Stories Is Bad Enough But Writing Them Is Worse.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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 Is A Strange Thing To Read A Letter After The Writer Is Dead - A Bitter-sweet Thing, In Which Pain And Comfort Are Strangely Mingled.

Few Things In Avonlea Ever Escaped Mrs. Lynde. It Was Only That Morning Anne Had Said, "if You Went To Your Own Room At Midnight, Locked The Door, Pulled Down The Blind, And Sneezed, Mrs. Lynde Would Ask You The Next Day How Your Cold Was!

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

I 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.

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

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

True Friends Are Always Together In Spirit.

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

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?

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.

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

There Is Such A Place As Fairyland - But Only Children Can Find The Way To It...until They Have Grown So Old That They Forget The Way. Only A Few, Who Remain Children At Heart, Can Ever Find That Fair, Lost Path Again...the World Calls Them Singers And Poets And Artists And Story-tellers; But They Are Just People Who Have Never Forgotten The Way To Fairyland.

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

Exclamation Points

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.

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

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.

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

Looking Forward

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

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

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?

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.

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

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

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

Of All The Uncertain Things Marriage Is The Uncertainest.

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.

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

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

Looking Forward

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?

What Is It Really Like To Be Engaged?" Asked Anne Curiously. "well, That All Depends On Who You're Engaged To," Answered Diana, With That Maddening Air Of Superior Wisdom Always Assumed By Those Who Are Engaged Over Those Who Are Not.

No Use In Taking A Cat's Opinion Of A Dog.

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.

I Must Get Out All My Ambitions And Dust Them.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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