Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.— Lucy Maud Montgomery
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In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
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.
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 will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?
A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.
It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.
If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery
Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!
I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.
I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e.
That's the worst…or the best…of real life, Anne.
It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable…and succeeding…even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic.
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 pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine
Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.
It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.
I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare.
.. Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.
You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.
Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.
Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.
Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.
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.
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?
I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.
Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.
She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.
Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.
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 and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.
Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things.
It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" (Anne to Gilbert)
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds.
It may come to its full stature in an hour.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
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 wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.
Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen.
We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.
Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.
'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.
People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.
Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.
Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
I know that in everybody's life must come days of depression and discouragement when all things in life seem to lose savour. The sunniest day has its clouds;but one must not forget the sun is there all the time.
We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed.
Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.
I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.
An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.
I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.