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?

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme – to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our ‘blues’ are the price we...

There is no such thing as freedom on earth,” he said. “Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you’ve escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage....

Don’t let a three-o’clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial,” said Anne, rather scornfully. “Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each...

She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed...

What’s the matter with you, Penny? You’re not as good looking as you generally believe you are.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

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...

You have the itch for writing born in you. It’s quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

Just as soon as I meet and learn to love a friend we must part and go our separate ways, never to meet on quite the same ground again. For, disguise the fact as we...

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,’ said Anne.

It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?

We don’t know where we’re going, but isn’t is fun to go?

Most young men are such bores. They haven’t lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]

Folks say I’ve never been quite right since – but they only say that because I’m a poet, and because nothing ever worries me. Poets are so rare in Blair Water folks don’t understand them,...

In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of “faëry lands forlorn,” where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart’s Desire....

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not hidden–only ugliness and deformity.

Everybody has. It wouldn’t do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

[Ilse] was suffering so keenly that she wanted to arraign the universe at the bar of her pain.

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,...

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

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,...

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

…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.

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...

Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free – never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into...

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

Look, do you see that poem?’ she said suddenly, pointing.

I never fancied cats much till I found the First Mate,” he remarked, to the accompaniment of the Mate’s tremendous purrs. “I saved his life, and when you’ve saved a creature’s life you’re bound to...

Even eighty-odd is sometimes vulnerable to vanity.

I don’t like places or people either that haven’t any faults. I think that a truly perfect person would be very uninteresting.