Cousin Jimmy thinks I did perfectly right. Cousin Jimmy would think I had done perfectly right if I had murdered Andrew and buried him in the Land of Uprightness. It’s very nice to have one...

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.

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.

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...

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

I don’t know, I don’t want to talk as much. (…) It’s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one’s heart, like treasures. I don’t like to have them laughed at or...

I’m so glad you’re here, Anne,’ said Miss Lavendar, nibbling at her candy. ‘If you weren’t I should be blue…very blue…almost navy blue. Dreams and make-believes are all very well in the daytime and the...

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...

Well, hope for your thrilling career – but remember that if there is to be drama in your life somebody must pay the piper in the coin of suffering. If not you – then someone...

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...

It’s the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can’t cope with it.

An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind.

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...

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

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.

I never knew before that religion was such a cheerful thing. I always thought it was kind of melancholy, but Mrs. Allan’s isn’t, and I’d like to be a Christian if I could be one...

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...

Steal not this book for fear of shameFor on it is the owners nameAnd when you die the Lord will sayWhere is the book you stole awayAnd when you say you do not knowThe Lord...

The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…

I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

I think it’s something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane ‘I see here that another octogenarian has just died....

Gilbert, I’m afraid I’m scandalously in love with you.

Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

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...

Some people are naturally good, you know, and others are not. I’m one of the others.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn’t prevent my thinking there is.

A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.

That doesn’t sound very attractive,” laughed Anne. “I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And...

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.

That’s one of the things we learn as we grow older — how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with a dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led.

It’s the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

Any human companionship, even the dearest and most perfect, would have been alien to her then. She was sufficient unto herself, needing not love nor comradeship nor any human emotion to round out her felicity....

A suffering or tortured animal always filled her with such a surge of sympathy that it lifted her clean out of herself.

That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.

No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.

Despair is a free man–hope isa slave.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

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.

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...

Since ever the world was spinningAnd till the world shall endYou’ve your man in the beginningOr you have him in the end,But to have him from start to finishAnd neither nor borrow nor lendIs what...

I guess you’ve got a spice of temper,” commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. “It goes with hair like yours, I reckon

I’m glad I never had any children,’ said Cousin Sarah. ‘If they don’t break your heart in one way they do it in another.’ ‘Isn’t it better to have your heart broken than to have...

…and he wasn’t reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. “Mebbe, mebbe,” says poor Ben, “but I’m sorter used to the imperfections of this one.

Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.

Don’t try to write anything you can’t feel – it will be a failure – ‘echoes nothing worth