Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

I can’t understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything,” said Jane. “Oh, I can easily understand that,” said Anne thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t want it myself for a steady thing...

I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen...

Non passa mai, per gli uomini e le nazioni, il tempo di rendersi ridicoli e venire alle mani.

Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

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.

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.

Our library isn’t very extensive,” said Anne, “but every book in it is a friend. We’ve picked our books up through the years, here and there, never buying one until we had first read it...

Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won’t pay you anything, and growls if you ask for...

To love is easy and therefore common – but to understand – how rare it is!

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.

This afternoon I sat at my window and alternately wrote at my new serial and watched a couple of dear, amusing, youngish maple-trees at the foot of the garden. They whispered secrets to each other...

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...

Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn’t find one. Then I found one in a clump of clover by the dairy steps tonight when I was...

Aunt Elizabeth said, ‘Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?’ and I said, ‘Yes, when I am rich and famous.’ and Aunt Elizabeth said, ‘Yes, when the moon is made of...

…I’m so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

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.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

If you buy your experience it’s your own. So it’s no matter how much you pay for it.

Isn’t it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

I have been reading three books Dean lent me this week. One was like a rose garden–very pleasant, but just a little too sweet. And one was like a pine wood on a mountain–full of...

The Piper is coming nearer,” he said, “he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes – he pipes – and we...

…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...

It was not, of course, a proper thing to do. But then I have never pretended, nor will ever pretend, that Emily was a proper child. Books are not written about proper children. They would...

Oh, here we are at the bridge. I’m going to shut my eyes tight. I’m always afraid going over bridges. I can’t help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they’ll crumple...

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while

Bukan kegagalan yang merupakan kejahatan, tapi cita-cita yang dangkal.

What I want to get out of my college course is some knowledge of the best way of living life and doing the most and best with it. I want to learn to understand and...

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing…

Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them ,” parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.

It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

Holy, holy, holy” in church, with a glimpse of the kitchen fire when she had come home on a dark autumn night, with the spirit-like blue of ice palms on a twilit pane, with a...

Words aren’t made — they grow,’ said Anne.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust,” Mr. Carpenter had said once. “Silence betrays.

A house isn’t a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

A woman with a sense of humor is never vain. (…) A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot...

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...

Jimmy Murray, you are an ass,’ said Aunt Ruth, angrily.’Well, we’re cousins,’ agreed Cousin Jimmy pleasantly.

Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

Oh”, she thought, “how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

God’s in His heaven, alls right with the world’, whispered Anne softly.

…I’m sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don’t feel that it’s...

Oh, I don’t wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.

Teddy was feeling as miserable and impotently angry as any male creature does when two women are quarreling about him in his presence. He wished himself a thousand miles away.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

The p’int of good writing is to know when to stop.