…And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy,” assured Anne.

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren’t my thoughts. I couldn’t think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.

…hate’s got to be a disease with me.

Don’t give up all your romance, Anne,” he whispered shyly, “a little bit is a good thing – not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

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...

If the bards of old the true has toldThe sirens have raven hair.But over the earth since art had birth,They paint the angels fair.

Anne laughed.”I don’t want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

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....

I couldn’t sew on a day like this. There’s something in the air that gets in the blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I’d sew a...

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won’t be what I’ve been used to.

You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’...

Don’t you know that it is only the very foolish folk who talk sense all the time? (Anne)

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...

Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

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...

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered...

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....

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one who differs...

That’s all the freedom we can hope for – the freedom to choose our prison.

I don’t believe Old Nick can be so very ugly,’ said Aunt Jamesina reflectively. ‘He wouldn’t do so much harm if he was. I always think of him as a rather handsome gentleman.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers...

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.

How terrible it must be not to see and feel beauty…. I’m so glad I can find happiness in all lovely little things… It seems to me that every time I look out of a...

I can always get through to-day very nicely. It’s to-morrow I can’t live through

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and...

It must be lovely to be grown up, Marilla, when just being treated as if you were is so nice…Well, anyway, when I grow up, I’m always going to talk to little girls as if...

November is usually such a disagreeable month…as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully…just...

Anne looked at the white young mother with a certain awe that had never entered into her feelings for Diana before. Could this pale woman with the rapture in her eyes be the little black-curled,...

And if you couldn’t be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

Tell me this–if you knew you would be poor as a church mouse all your life–if you knew you’d never have a line published–would you still go on writing–would you?”Of course I would,’ said Emily...

Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, gazing bashfully at each other over a clump of...

I’m sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

…but youth yearned to youth.

Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn’t want.

If it’s IN you to climb you must — there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills — they can’t breathe properly in the valleys.

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...

Which would you rather be if you had the choice–divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,’ she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. ‘What nice dreams they must have!

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.

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.

Well, one can’t get over the habit of being a liitle girl all at once.

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

Anne “felt instinctively” that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. 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...

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?