Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,” she whispered, that place we came through–that white place–what was it?””Well now, you must mean the Avenue,” said Matthew after a few moments’ profound reflection. “It is a kind of pretty place.””Pretty?...

Don’t be ridiculous, please.’The most insulting words in the world!

We always hate people who surprise our secrets…

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as...

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

I know you’re a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven’s sake pretend you’re not for five minutes.

Jane’s stories are too sensible. Then Diana puts too much murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn’t know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get...

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…

I’ve put out a lot of little roots these two years,” Anne told the moon, “and when I’m pulled up they’re going to hurt a great deal. But it’s best to go, I think, and,...

But the summer had been a very happy one, too — a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening...

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

I’ve come home in love with loneliness

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea,” said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. “And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn’t...

But pearls are for tears, the old legend says,” Gilbert had objected.”I’m not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears...

After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little...

Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?