“I’m nervous about a good many things,” said Anne, “but I don’t think there is much fear that I won’t be able to talk.”
And, to do her justice, there wasn’t.
(Pagina 413)
A tall, slim girl, “half-past sixteen,” with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil.
[incipit]
Gilbert, having tried to please both sides, succeeded, as is usual and eminently right, in pleasing neither.
(Pagina 314)
Anne was one of the children of light by birthright. After she had passed through a life with a smile or a word thrown across it like a gleam of sunshine the owner of that life saw it, for the time being at least, as hopeful and lovely and of good report.
(Pagina 338)
It does people good to have to do things they don’t like… in moderation.
Anne (Pagina 339)
“Dora is too good,” said Anne. “She’d behave just as well if there wasn’t a soul to tell her what to do. She was born already brought up, so she doesn’t need us; and I think,” concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, “that we always love best the people who need us. Davy needs us badly.
(Pagina 362)
Not failure but low aim is crime.
Mrs. Allan (Pagina 402)
When one can see stars and skies like that, little disappointments and accidents can’t matter so much, can they?
Anne (Pagina 419)
Don’t you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?
Anne (Pagina 421)
Diana secretly thought Miss Lavendar quite as peculiar as report had pictured her. The idea of a woman of forty-five playing at having a tea party, just as if she were a little girl! But Anne of the shining eyes exclaimed joyfuly, “Oh, do YOU imagine things too?”
(Pagina 453)
I’m so glad you’re here, Anne. If you weren’t I should be blue… very blue… almost navy blue.
Miss Lavendar (Pagina 466)
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.
Miss Lavendar (Pagina 468)
That is one good thing about this world… there are always sure to be more springs.
Anne (Pagina 478)
Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery
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