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September 2 - September 7, 2020
Sometimes I feel as if being grown-up just frightened me—and then I would give anything to be a little girl again.”
“Spiteful old cats!” was Gilbert’s elegant comment.
That dialogue tag though😂😂
“You know exactly how narrow their outlook on life is, excellent creatures though they are.
My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.
“Oh, they’re not twins now, dear. After they reached the age of thirty they never were twins again. Miss Hannah has grown old, not too gracefully, and Miss Ada has stayed thirty, less gracefully still. I don’t know whether Miss Hannah can smile or not; I’ve never caught her at it so far, but Miss Ada smiles all the time and that’s worse. However, they’re nice, kind souls,
Anne, did you notice the girl who stood alone just outside the door of the coeds’ dressing room all the morning—the pretty one with the brown eyes and crooked mouth?” “Yes, I did. I noticed her particularly because she seemed the only creature there who looked as lonely and friendless as I felt. I had you, but she had no one.” “I think she felt pretty all-by-herselfish, too. Several times I saw her make a motion as if to cross over to us, but she never did it—too shy, I suppose. I wished she would come. If I hadn’t felt so much like the aforesaid elephant I’d have gone to her. But I couldn’t
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I wonder if they told him he was all those best things while he was alive.”
Please tell me quite often that I am pretty, if you don’t mind. I feel so much more comfortable when I can believe I’m pretty. And I’ll be just as obliging to you if you want me to—I can be, with a clear conscience.”
Omg she’s so sweet and blunt. I love her.
“Bless your heart, honey, I didn’t.
I’m liking this chick more and more
“Goodness, no. I couldn’t love anybody. It isn’t in me. Besides I wouldn’t want to. Being in love makes you a perfect slave, I think. And it would give a man such power to hurt you. I’d be afraid.
I think she’s TOTALLY gonna fall in love by the end of the book.
You just accept Philippa Gordon, as the Lord made her, with all her faults, and I believe you’ll come to like her.
I love her confidence, and how strong it is despite all her faults.
“I like her. There is something very lovable about her, in spite of all her nonsense. I believe, as she says herself, that she isn’t half as silly as she sounds. She’s a dear, kissable baby—and I don’t know that she’ll ever really grow up.”
Exactly what I think
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.
the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear?
Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.
I think, perhaps, we have very mistaken ideas about heaven—what it is and what it holds for us. I don’t think it can be so very different from life here as most people seem to think. I believe we’ll just go on living, a good deal as we live here—and be ourselves just the same—only it will be easier to be good and to—follow the highest. All the hindrances and perplexities will be taken away, and we shall see clearly. Don’t be afraid, Ruby.”
“I want to live,” she said, in a trembling voice. “I want to live like other girls. I—I want to be married, Anne—and—and—have little children.
You remember Em and I were such chums for three years when we went to school? And then we quarrelled the time of the school concert. We’ve never spoken to each other since. Wasn’t it silly? Anything like that seems silly now. But Em and I made up the old quarrel yesterday. She said she’d have spoken years ago, only she thought I wouldn’t. And I never spoke to her because I was sure she wouldn’t speak to me.
That feels... strikingly close to what Anne and Gilbert went through in book one....
“Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,” said Anne.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.
The next morning the word went from house to house that Ruby Gillis was dead. She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile—as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold, instead of the grisly phantom she had dreaded.
GAH. I didn’t even care about her too much but somehow LMM knows how to make me SAD.
“The kind of a wife I’d like to Have. “ ‘She must have good manners and get my meals on time and do what I tell her and always be very polite to me. She must be fifteen yers old. She must be good to the poor and keep her house tidy and be good tempered and go to church regularly. She must be very handsome and have curly hair. If I get a wife that is just what I like I’ll be an awful good husband to her. I think a woman ought to be awful good to her husband. Some poor women havent any husbands. THE END.’
Oh, good lord.😂😂
Marilla says we mustent speak ill of the dead. Why mustent we, Anne? I want to know. It’s pretty safe, ain’t it?
Lol wut
“Do you really know how pretty you are, Phil?” asked Anne, in honest admiration. “Of course I do, What are looking glasses and men for?
Haha yes😂
What do you think I’ll look like when I’m forty, Anne?” “Like an old, matronly, married woman,” teased Anne. “I won’t,” said Phil, sitting down comfortably to wait for her escort. “Joseph, you calico beastie, don’t you dare jump on my lap. I won’t go to a dance all over cat hairs. No, Anne, I won’t look matronly. But no doubt I’ll be married.” “To Alec or Alonzo?” asked Anne.
I love how they actually talk like friends talk—they tease each other and such. It’s so fun to read about.
You can’t find a fault with him.” “No, he would do if he wasn’t poor. I must marry a rich man, Aunt Jamesina. That—and good looks—is an indispensable qualification. I’d marry Gilbert Blythe if he were rich.” “Oh, would you?” said Anne, rather viciously. “We don’t like that idea a little bit, although we don’t want Gilbert ourselves, oh, no,” mocked Phil.
I love their banter so much. And Phil has a point. Anne should calm down and just accept him by now.
She isn’t like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.” “How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie?” “About half a dozen, my dear.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to shirk unpleasant things all your life, Phil?” “Dear me, no. Am I not up against them now? You don’t call Alec and Alonzo pleasant things, do you, when they simply plague my life out?” “You never take anything seriously, Phil.” “Why should I? There are enough folks who do. The world needs people like me, Anne, just to amuse it. It would be a terrible place if everybody were intellectual and serious and in deep, deadly earnest.
“There is something I want to say to you.” “Oh, don’t say it,” cried Anne, pleadingly. “Don’t—please, Gilbert.” “I must. Things can’t go on like this any longer. Anne, I love you. You know I do. I—I can’t tell you how much. Will you promise me that some day you’ll be my wife?” “I—I can’t,” said Anne miserably. “Oh, Gilbert—you—you’ve spoiled everything.” “Don’t you care for me at all?” Gilbert asked after a very dreadful pause, during which Anne had not dared to look up. “Not—not in that way. I do care a great deal for you as a friend. But I don’t love you, Gilbert.” “But can’t you give me
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Can we just appreciate how WELL this scene was written. Especially for a classic. Typically classic romances are so cheesy and overly romantic. But this feels totally real—like this conversation could have actually happened between two people. It’s amazing.
“You don’t know love when you see it. You’ve tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that.
Whoops that’s real
There, that’s the first sensible thing I’ve ever said in my life. I wonder how I managed it?”
Oh my gosh what an ending to that speech😂😂
“Anne, I’m going to be married.” “When?” asked Anne with equal solemnity. “Oh, not until I’m grown-up, of course.” “Well, that’s a relief, Davy. Who is the lady?” “Stella Fletcher; she’s in my class at school. And say, Anne, she’s the prettiest girl you ever saw. If I die before I grow up you’ll keep an eye on her, won’t you?”
D’awww I love this kid so much🥰
“The Twin Sailors and the Golden Lady never came at all,” he said. “Nora was there—but Nora is not the same, teacher. She is changed.” “Oh, Paul, it is you who are changed,” said Anne. “You have grown too old for the Rock People. They like only children for playfellows. I am afraid the Twin Sailors will never again come to you in the pearly, enchanted boat with the sail of moonshine; and the Golden Lady will play no more for you on her golden harp. Even Nora will not meet you much longer. You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.”
“His voice was low and reverent. I thought that he would do his work and do it well and nobly; and happy the woman fitted by nature and training to help him do it. She would be no feather, blown about by every fickle wind of fancy. She would always know what hat to put on. Probably she would have only one. Ministers never have much money. But she wouldn’t mind having one hat or none at all, because she would have Jonas. “Anne Shirley, don’t you dare to say or hint or think that I’ve fallen in love with Mr. Blake. Could I care for a lank, poor, ugly theologue—named Jonas? As Uncle Mark says,
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D’awww she’s in love!! This honestly makes me so happy. I love Phil so much and I imagine I’ll love Jonas too (I can tell just by reading Phil’s letter to Anne).
And what did I say when I met Phil? When she said that she could never fall in love? I said she would fall in love by the end of this book. And she has. So there.
“We are schoolmates, I see,” he said, smiling at Anne’s colors. “That ought to be sufficient introduction. My name is Royal Gardner. And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening, aren’t you?”
I’m so UPSET right now.
Anne, I’m horribly afraid Jonas doesn’t really care anything about me. And I’m trying to decide whether I’ll pine away and die, or go on and get my B.A. and be sensible and useful.” “You couldn’t possibly be sensible and useful, Phil, so you’d better pine away and die,”
Oh my gosh I love these girls so much😂😂
I’d go there or to Greenland’s icy mountains with him.” “And this is the girl who would never marry a man who wasn’t rich,” commented Anne to a young pine tree.
Gilbert Blythe and Christine Stuart were nothing to her—absolutely nothing. But Anne had given up trying to analyze the reason of her blushes. As for Roy, of course she was in love with him—madly so. How could she help it? Was he not her ideal? Who could resist those glorious dark eyes, and that pleading voice?
Uh-huh.😒
“If you do I’ll drag you down to the rain-water hogshed and drop you in,” said Anne unsympathetically.
Lol me
Y’see, W. O. was rich—he had a fine place and carried considerable style. He was by far the best match. Jog along, black mare.” “Why didn’t you marry him?” asked Anne. “Well, y’see, he didn’t love me,” answered Mrs. Skinner, solemnly. Anne opened her eyes widely and looked at Mrs. Skinner. But there was not a glint of humor on that lady’s face. Evidently Mrs. Skinner saw nothing amusing in her own case. “He’d been a widder-man for three yers, and his sister kept house for him. Then she got married and he just wanted some one to look after his house. It was worth looking after, too, mind you
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Well. That sounds like a great deal of foreshadowing, don’t it.
I might have married him and been most awful miserable, like my poor cousin, Jane Ann. Jane Ann married a rich man she didn’t care anything about, and she hasn’t the life of a dog. She come to see me last week and says, says she, ‘Sarah Skinner, I envy you. I’d rather live in a little hut on the side of the road with a man I was fond of than in my big house with the one I’ve got.’
*waves giant flag* DO YOU SEE THE FORESHADOWING????
“I’m—I’m forty today,” sobbed Janet. “Well, you were nearly that yesterday and it didn’t hurt,” comforted Anne, trying not to smile.
Lol me
“He has had twenty years. How much time does he want?”
Holy— TWENTY JEARS??
I woulda dumped us sorry *ss after THREE. Unless he had good reason to wait, such as college or something. But 20??? AW, HECK NO.
“Certainly I won’t marry you,” she said haughtily. “Wall, yeh might do worse,” expostulated Sam.
I’m swooning.😐
But—I’ve won out and I’ve got Jo. Nothing else matters.” “To you,”
Lol what does that mean
“Nor to Jo, either,” retorted Phil. “You keep on pitying him. Why, pray? I think he’s to be envied. He’s getting brains, beauty, and a heart of gold in ME.”
This sounds like something I’d say lol
“I hope you don’t talk like that before strangers. What would they think?” “Oh, I don’t want to know what they think. I don’t want to see myself as others see me. I’m sure it would be horribly uncomfortable most of the time.
You know it is worthwhile to live.” “Oh, I suppose so. But I can’t prove it to myself just now.” “Just think of all the great and noble souls who have lived and worked in the world,” said Anne dreamily. “Isn’t it worthwhile to come after them and inherit what they won and taught? And think of all the great people in the world today! Isn’t it worthwhile to think we can share their inspiration? And then, all the great souls that will come in the future? Isn’t it worthwhile to work a little and prepare the way for them—make just one step in their path easier?”
“I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,” groaned Phil. “If you live long enough both wishes will come true,” said Anne calmly.
I’m living for Anne’s sass rn.
