Anne of Green Gables Boxed Set (Anne of Green Gables, #1-8)

by L.M. Montgomery

"The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year."

she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside. 'There was more scope for imagination,' she said. She's a case, I should say."

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?

She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?

"Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

It's such a relief to talk when one wants to and not be told that children should be seen and not heard. I've had that said to me a million times if I have once. And people laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?"

Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did?

I'm glad and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts."

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

"Well, that is another hope gone. 'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.'

"Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer. Well, I'm ready. What am I to say?"

Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time.

"I shall have to stay here forever then," said Anne mournfully, "because I can't tell Mrs. Lynde I'm sorry I said those things to her. How can I? I'm NOT sorry. I'm sorry I've vexed you; but I'm GLAD I told her just what I did. It was a great satisfaction. I can't say I'm sorry when I'm not, can I? I can't even IMAGINE I'm sorry."

What I said to you was true, too, but I shouldn't have said it.

I GASPED, LOL

"You shouldn't think so much about your looks, Anne. I'm afraid you are a very vain little girl." "How can I be vain when I know I'm homely?" protested Anne. "I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful."

"I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account. I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress. I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of snow-white muslin with lovely lace frills and three-puffed sleeves."

"You set your heart too much on things, Anne," said Marilla, with a sigh. "I'm afraid there'll be a great many disappointments in store for you through life."

Words fail me to describe that ice cream.

I got you, Anne

And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she's in."

"Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one. And it's splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by, isn't it?"

There are a great many things in this world that I can't understand very well, Matthew."

I love a book that makes me cry.

"If you love me as I love you Nothing but death can part us two.