Anne of Green Gables (Anne of Green Gables Complete Series Book 1)

by L.M. Montgomery

Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been.

Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news.

And as for the risk, there's risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There's risks in people's having children of their own if it comes to that—they don't always turn out well.

It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation.

Matthew dreaded all women except Marilla and Mrs. Rachel; he had an uncomfortable feeling that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him.

Maybe they were out of boys of the brand you wanted."

Some people said it was because he couldn't sell it, but I'd rather believe that it was out of the kindness of his heart, wouldn't you?

because when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while—and

I've always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world, and I used to imagine I was living here,

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.

Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult."

But he had never expected to enjoy the society of a little girl. Women were bad enough in all conscience, but little girls were worse.

freckled witch

But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?"

I never expected I would, though. Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did?

"Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy. Nobody could who has red hair.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice—divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?"

She could keep silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.

It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination.

Delight. Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.

Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I'm always afraid going over bridges.

Because, you see, if the bridge DID crumple up I'd want to SEE it crumple.

Then I'd pinch myself to see if it was real—until suddenly I remembered that even supposing it was only a dream I'd better go on dreaming as long as I could; so I stopped pinching.

"Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!"

"YOU would cry, too, if you were an orphan and had come to a place you thought was going to be home and found that they didn't want you because you weren't a boy. Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!"

But if you call me Anne please call me Anne spelled with an E."

When you try to eat a lump comes right up in your throat and you can't swallow anything, not even if it was a chocolate caramel.

a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep.

She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed.

"You talk entirely too much for a little girl."

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

I can feel already that I'm wondering what on earth she'll say next. She'll be casting a spell over me, too.

I wish he was like other men and would talk things

There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back—unless it is a woman who won't.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

And isn't pink the most bewitching color in the world?

Redheaded people can't wear pink, not even in imagination.

'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once,

I am so fond of romantic things, and a graveyard full of buried hopes is about as romantic a thing as one can imagine isn't it?

"Oh, what I KNOW about myself isn't really worth telling," said Anne eagerly. "If you'll only let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'll think it ever so much more interesting."

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,

A husband was enough responsibility.

know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible. And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

"I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer's place," said Anne mournfully. "I don't want to get there. Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything."

it's a terrible wicked thing not to say your prayers every night? I'm afraid you are a very bad little girl."

"You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully.

Mrs. Thomas told me that God made my hair red ON PURPOSE, and I've never ...

Marilla decided that Anne's religious training must be begun at once. Plainly there was no time to be lost. "You must say your prayers while you are under my roof, Anne."

that simple little prayer, sacred to white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

please let me be good-looking when I grow up. I remain, "Yours respectfully, Anne Shirley.