I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.
I think this story-writing business is the foolishest yet$$$" scoffed Marilla. "You'll get a pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put to your lessons. Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.
Oh$$$ 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? Oh$$$ PRETTY doesn't seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful$$$ either. They don't go far enough. Oh$$$ it was wonderful--wonderful. It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination.
Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?
Listen to the trees talking in their sleep$$$' she whispered$$$ as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!
True friends are always together in spirit. (Anne Shirley)
When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend$$$ but I am going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own$$$ that bend$$$ Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes - what there is of green glory and soft$$$ checkered light and shadows - what new landscapes - what new beauties - what curves and hills and valleys farther on.
Then Diana puts too many murders into [her stories]. She says most of the time she doesn’t know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them.
Jane's stories are too sensible. Then Diana puts too much murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them." -Anne Shirley
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep$$$ 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.