Anne of Windy Poplars (Anne of Green Gables #4)

by L.M. Montgomery

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

'Nobody is ever too old to wear just what she wants to wear. You wouldn't want to wear it if you were too old.' 'I

At Green Gables every tree in the yard seemed to welcome her back … every lighted window was beckoning.

They went through Lover's Lane, full of lovely tree shadows, and across fields where little fir trees fringed the fences and through woods which were full of secrets they seemed always on the point of whispering to you but never did … and through open glades that were like pools of silver.

Not that I want a lover … I hate men …

hate's got to be a disease with me. I do want to be like other people … and I never can now. That is what makes me so bitter."

They wandered about, gathering creeping spruce and ground pine for wreaths … even some ferns that kept green in a certain deep hollow of the woods all winter … until day smiled back at night over white-bosomed hills and they came back to Green Gables in triumph …

There's all the difference in the world, you know, between being inside looking out and outside looking in.

'if we were all beauties who would do the work?'"

you'll be spared an awful lot of trouble if you die young."

"Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people … and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Oh, Miss Shirley, let's be real … let's always be real.

"No … it's lovely here when the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy … and it glowers in at you resentfully."

"You talk in the language of the violets, Miss Shirley."

Hazel recalled her own early youth, with all its raptures and ideals and romantic visions.

"I hate all the people you have loved before me,

Foolish dreams, perhaps, but, oh, so sweet.

you don't know how really terrible it is to have a reputation for beauty and to be always afraid that when people meet you they will not think you as pretty as you were reported to be.

It was almost as if Tomorrow were already there … with fourteen Tomorrows to follow.

"Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it,"

There should be fairy dances on the hills tonight. But, Gilbert dear, moonlight with no one to share it is just … just moonshine.

imagine any girl breaking her heart over a man. Men," said Miss Minerva, staring at a photograph of her father … a person with bristling side-whiskers and a hawk-like nose … "have always seemed to me such trivial creatures."

I'm glad I don't live in Yesterday … that Tomorrow is still a friend.

The ships that never came back stayed there, where it was always Tomorrow.