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| �Yet you have been a very successful man,� she said wonderingly. �As the world calls success,� he answered bitterly. �I have place and wealth and power. But that is not success, Joyce. I am tired of these things; they are the toys of grown-up children; they do not satisfy the man�s soul�� - After Many Days |
| Marilla listened to the whole story, and if she smiled at certain parts of it Anne never knew. When the tale was ended she said briskly, "Well, never mind. This day's done and there's a new one coming tomorrow, with no mistakes in it yet, as you used to say yourself. Just come downstairs and have your supper. You'll see if a good cup of tea and those plum puffs I made today won't hearten you up." "Plum puffs won't minister to a mind diseased," said Anne disconsolately; but Marilla thought it a good sign that she had recovered sufficiently to adapt a quotation. - Anne of Avonlea |
| "That's my little mother," said Paul with loving pride. "I got Grandma to hang it there where I'd see it as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. I never mind not having the light when I go to bed now, because it just seems as if my little mother was right here with me�� - Anne of Avonlea |
| �Isn�t she the sweetest thing in the way av mothers?� asked Father Cassidy. �I keep her to look at. Av course� � Father Cassidy dropped his voice to a pig�s whisper � �there�s something odd about her. I�ve known that woman to stop right in the middle of housecleaning, and go off and spend an afternoon in the woods. Like yourself, I�m thinking she has some truck with fairies.� - Emily of New Moon |
| �� Clever little girl, Emily.� What was it � I wanted to say to her?� �. Mr. Carpenter essayed a wink but could not compass it. �I�ve - thought of it.� he whispered. �Beware � of � Italics.� Was there a little impish chuckle at the end of the words?� Aunt Louisa always declared there was. Graceless old Mr. Carpenter had died laughing � saying something about Italians. - Emily's Quest |
| �I favour the smell of sweetgrass,� he said. �It always makes me think of my mother.� �She was fond of it?� �Not that I knows on. Dunno�s she ever saw any sweet grass. No, it�s because it has a kind of motherly perfume � not too young, you understand � something kind of seasoned and wholesome and dependable � just like a mother.� - Along the Shore |
| Emily sighed. Since she was eight she had known there were no fairies anywhere nowadays; yet she hadn�t quite given up the hope that one or two might linger in old-fashioned, out-of-the-way spots. And where so likely as New Moon? �Really-truly fairies?� she questioned. �Why, you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldn�t be a fairy,� said Cousin Jimmy seriously. �Could it, now?� - Emily of New Moon |
| The voices of the gentle spring night called to her all unheeded � unheard the Wind Woman whistled by the eaves. For the fairies dwell only in the kingdom of Happiness; having no souls they cannot enter the kingdom of Sorrow. - Emily of New Moon |
| There was a certain charm about the old house which Emily felt keenly and responded to, although she was too young to understand it. It was a house which aforetime had had vivid brides and mothers and wives, and the atmosphere of their loves and lives still hung around it, not yet banished by the old-maidishness of the regime of Elizabeth and Laura. - Emily of New Moon |
| Altogether, Anne went to bed that night in a rather pessimistic mood. She slept poorly and was so pale and tragic at breakfast next morning that Marilla was alarmed and insisted on making her take a cup of scorching ginger tea. Anne sipped it patiently, although she could not imagine what good ginger tea would do. Had it been some magic brew, potent to confer age and experience, Anne would have swallowed a quart of it without flinching. "Marilla, what if I fail!" "You'll hardly fail completely in one day and there's plenty more days coming," said Marilla. "The trouble with you, Anne, is that you'll expect to teach those children everything and reform all their faults right off, and if you can't you'll think you've failed." - Anne of Avonlea |
| "If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet," said Priscilla. Anne glowed. �I'm so glad you SPOKE that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place. . .although it IS very interesting anyhow. . . if people spoke out their real thoughts." - Anne of Avonlea |
| �It makes me want to laugh just to hear you laugh. There�s a trick about your laugh � as if there were so much more fun back of it that you wouldn�t let out.� - The Blue Castle |
| �Ilse and I hunted all over the old orchard today for a four-leaved clover and couldn�t find one. Then I found one in a clump of clover by the dairy steps tonight when I was straining the milk and never thinking of clovers. Cousin Jimmy says that is the way luck always comes, and it is no use to look for it.� - Emily of New Moon |
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