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

by L.M. Montgomery

I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer. They're so white and still, as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams."

Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!" "Why, it's as easy as wink," said Anne. "It's easy for you because you have an imagination," retorted Diana, "but what would you do if you had been born without one?

alas, he had forgotten he couldn't swim, and they were both drowned, clasped in each other's arms.

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

"I don't see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne. I wish my imagination was as good as yours."

Let you and me have a story club all our own and write stories for practice. I'll help you along until you can do them by yourself. You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know.

She puts too much lovemaking into her stories and you know too much is worse than too little.

Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them.

that isn't hard for I've millions of ideas."

Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse."

Learn to work first and talk afterwards."

"Yes, it's green," moaned Anne. "I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair.

As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it—I've got so used to it." Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.

Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?"

It was Anne's idea that they dramatize Elaine. They had studied Tennyson's poem in school the preceding winter,

at least the fair lily maid and Lancelot and Guinevere and King Arthur had become very real people to them, and Anne was devoured by secret regret that she had not been born in Camelot.

"Oh, she does look really dead," whispered Ruby Gillis nervously, watching the still, white little face under the flickering shadows of the birches. "It makes me feel frightened, girls. Do you suppose it's really right to act like this? Mrs. Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably wicked."

You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave.

"Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."

The winds were out in their tops, and there is no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

Do you suppose it's wrong for us to think so much about our clothes? Marilla says it is very sinful. But it is such an interesting subject, isn't it?"

There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about."

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them."

I felt like I do when I look up to the stars. Tears came into my eyes, but, oh, they were such happy tears.

If I'd a child like Anne in the house all the time I'd be a better and happier woman."

"I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home."

Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening to her in cloudland—adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life.

She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her.

Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

You have no business to be taking storybooks to school. You read too many novels anyhow.

It's really wonderful, Marilla, what you can do when you're truly anxious to please a certain person."

"I won't say another word—not one. I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I say far too much, yet if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't, you'd give me some credit for it. Please tell me, Marilla."

I warn you not to expect much in geometry, but I think I can hold my own in anything else if I work hard."

Charlie Sloane says he's going to go into politics and be a member of Parliament, but Mrs. Lynde says he'll never succeed at that, because the Sloanes are all honest people, and it's only rascals that get on in politics nowadays."

For Anne the days slipped by like golden beads on the necklace of the year.

I just feel tired of everything sensible and I'm going to let my imagination run riot for the summer.

But I want to have a real good jolly time this summer, for maybe it's the last summer I'll be a little girl.

It won't even do to believe in fairies then, I'm afraid; so I'm going to believe in them with all my whole heart this summer.

Anne had the golden summer of her life as far as freedom and frolic went. She walked, rowed, berried, and dreamed to her heart's content;

There should have been a special commandment against nagging.

You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what is right.

"It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honor conferred on his Anne and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it,

Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him.

Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it.

Anne believed that she would hate that white-lace girl to the end of life.

She WOULD NOT fail before Gilbert Blythe—he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never!

"Well, I don't want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne.

heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life."