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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.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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There's Such A Lot

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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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.

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

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

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To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

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

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A Bosom Friend - An Intimate Friend, You Know - A Really Kindred Spirit To Whom I Can Confide My Inmost Soul.

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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.

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

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

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

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

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The Beauty Of Winter Is That It Makes You Appreciate Spring.

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

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.

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

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

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Book Of Revelation

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

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

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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.

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)

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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.

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

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?

Oh", She Thought, "how Horrible It Is That People Have To Grow Up-and Marry-and Change!

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

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

You May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

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.

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.

Outgrowing Things We Love Is Never A Pleasant Process.

Being Frightened Of Things Is Worse Than The Things Themselves.

She Was Richer In Those Dreams Than In Realities; For Things Seen Pass Away, But The Things That Are Unseen Are Eternal.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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!

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!

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

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Of All The Uncertain Things Marriage Is The Uncertainest.

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

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

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'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.

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

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

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

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.

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

…determined To Enjoy Her Luxury Of Grief Uncomforted.

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.

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.

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

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.

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