"And there was always the bend in
the road!”
“They keep coming up new all the
time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's
another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided
when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them
over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it,
Marilla?”
“They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla?”
Bridal Shower
“It's about Diana,' sobbed Anne
luxuriously. 'I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I
know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and
leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband — I just hate him
furiously. I've been imagining it all out — the wedding and everything — Diana
dressed in snowy white garments, and a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal
as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress, too, and puffed
sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then
bidding Diana good-bye-e-e—' Here Anne broke down entirely and wept with
increasing bitterness. Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face,
but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a
hearty and unusual peal of laughter…”
Our Trio's Down to Two
"Diana and Fred are in love with each other," Anne gasped. "Oh, it does seem so. . .so. . .so hopelessly grown up."
I Went into the Woods to Find Myself
“I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.”
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"The
silence here is like a prayer, isn't it?" said Anne, her face upturned to
the shining sky. "How I love the pines! They seem to strike their roots
deep into the romance of all the ages. It is so comforting to creep away now
and then for a good talk with them. I always feel so happy out here."
"'And so in mountain solitudes o'ertaken
As by some spell divine,
Their
cares drop from them like the needles shaken
From out the gusty pine,'"
quoted
Gilbert.
"They
make our little ambitions seem rather petty, don't they, Anne?"
"I
think, if ever any great sorrow came to me, I would come to the pines for
comfort," said Anne dreamily.
"I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne," said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply."
"I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne," said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply."
“Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.”
“All life lessons are not learned at college," she thought. "Life teaches them everywhere.”
“Anne
laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how
young she was.”
Escape the Room
“One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.”
Paradiso in Paradise…
"Have you
ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the
woods . . . of the shore . . . of the meadows . . . of the night . . . of the
summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are
different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I
could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me."
“I wonder if it will be—can be—any
more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving,
enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in
the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.”
"I
don't know—I don't want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin
thoughtfully with her forefinger. "It's nicer to think dear, pretty
thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have
them laughed at or wondered over."
Deals with Weddings
"Anne, I'm the happiest girl in the world," confessed Phil suddenly.
"So Mr. Blake has asked you to marry him at last?" said Anne calmly.
"Yes. And I sneezed three times while he was asking me. Wasn't that horrid? But I said 'yes' almost before he finished—I was so afraid he might change his mind and stop. I'm besottedly happy. I couldn't really believe before that Jonas would ever care for frivolous me."
"Phil, you're not really frivolous," said Anne gravely. "'Way down underneath that frivolous exterior of yours you've got a dear, loyal, womanly little soul."
"But what about YOU, Anne? I don't hear anything of your being married, after all your college-going."
"Oh," laughed Anne, "I am going to be an old maid. I really can't find any one to suit me." It was rather wicked of her. She deliberately meant to remind Mrs. Andrews that if she became an old maid it was not because she had not had at least one chance of marriage.
Anne felt lonelier than ever as she walked home, going by way of the Birch Path and Willowmere. She had not walked that way for many moons. It was a darkly-purple bloomy night. The air was heavy with blossom fragrance—almost too heavy. The cloyed senses recoiled from it as from an overfull cup. The birches of the path had grown from the fairy saplings of old to big trees. Everything had changed. Anne felt that she would be glad when the summer was over and she was away at work again. Perhaps life would not seem so empty then.
"'I've tried the world—it wears no more
The coloring of romance it wore,'"
sighed Anne—and was straightway much comforted by the romance in the idea of the world being denuded of romance!
