Anne of Avonlea (Anne of Green Gables Book 761)

by L.M. Montgomery

‘If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!’

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.’

‘You’ll hardly fail completely in one day and there’s plenty more days coming,’

‘It was the truth and I believe in telling the truth to everybody.’ ‘But you don’t tell the whole truth,’ objected Anne. ‘You only tell the disagreeable part of the truth. Now, you’ve told me a dozen times that my hair was red, but you’ve never once told me that I had a nice nose.’ ‘I dare say you know it without any telling,’ chuckled Mr Harrison. ‘I know I have red hair too . . . although it’s much darker than it used to be . . . so there’s no need of telling me that either.’

‘Everything that’s worth having is some trouble,’

‘Let’s try to make this a really golden day, girls, a day to which we can always look back with delight. We’re to seek for beauty and refuse to see anything else.

“Not failure but low aim is crime.”

If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us, don’t you think? Then friendship would be the most beautiful thing in the world.’

Milty’s a great hand at esplaining things. Even if he don’t know anything about a thing he’ll make up a lot of stuff and so you get it esplained all the same.

don’t like picking fowls,’ she told Marilla, ‘but isn’t it fortunate we don’t have to put our souls into what our hands may be doing? I’ve been picking chickens with my hands but in imagination I’ve been roaming the Milky Way.’

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I imagined out a most interesting dialogue between the asters and the sweet-peas and the wild canaries in the lilac-bush and the guardian spirit of the garden.

‘I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.’

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but Anne realized as well that when she rounded that curve she must leave many sweet things behind . . . all the little simple duties and interests which had grown so dear to her in the last two years and which she had glorified into beauty and delight by the enthusiasm she had put into them.

I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.’

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Mrs Lynde says that when a man has to eat sour bread two weeks out of three his theology is bound to get a kink in it somewhere.

I had had such a lonely, starved heart all through my childhood. I’m just beginning to realize how starved and lonely it really was.

‘Yes, ma’am, so do I. That’s just exactly how I feel, too, ma’am,’ agreed Charlotta the Fourth, who would have said precisely the same thing if Anne had remarked that she felt like a pelican of the wilderness.

‘Yes, I’m going,’ said Anne. ‘I’m very glad with my head . . . and very sorry with my heart.’