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?