” [...] by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum.”
“If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished.”
“-Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?”
“-Which would you rather be if you had the choice–divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”
“-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!”
“Something like a reluctant smile, rather rusty from long disuse, mellowed Marilla’s grim expression.”
“-Did you ever try to imagine you were in the depths of despair? … It’s very uncomfortable feeling indeed. 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.”
[Marilla]: “- What good would she be to us?”
[Matthew]: “- We might be some good to her”
“And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep.”
“-Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They’re always laughing. Even in winter-time.”
“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
“You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.”
“Oh, please don’t say that you won’t let Diana play with me any more. If you do, you will cover my life with a dark cloud of woe.”
“There is nothing more to do except to pray and I haven’t much hope that that’ll do much good because, Marilla, I do not believe that God Himself can do very much with such an obstinate person as Mrs. Barry.”
“Fare thee well, my beloved friend. Henceforth we must be as strangers though living side by side. But my heart will ever be faithful to thee.”
[...] “But her triumph was marred by the fact that Gilbert congratulated her heartily before the whole school. It would have been ever so much sweeter to her if he had felt the sting of his defeat.”
“One can’t stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?”
“There was a magnificent sunset, and the snowy hills and deep-blue water of the St. Lawrence Gulf seemed to rim in the splendor like a huge bowl of pearl and sapphire brimmed with wine and fire. Tinkles of sleigh bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood elves, came from every quarter.”
“Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer and this is their heaven.”
“… isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
“There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I’ll be through with them. That’s a very comforting thought.”
“At that moment Marilla had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced her very heart she realized what Anne had come to mean to her. She would have admitted that she liked Anne–nay, that she was very fond of Anne. But now she knew as she hurried wildly down the slope that Anne was dearer to her than anything else on earth.”
“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.”
“. I’m in the depths of despair and I don’t care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sundayschool choir any more. Little things like that are of no importance now because I don’t suppose I’ll ever be able to go anywhere again. My career is closed.”
“You don’t think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave.”
“She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expression in Gilbert’s hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat.”
[Matthew] “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.”
“All the little wood things–the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries–have gone to sleep, just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves. I think it was a little gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night and did it.”
“The real me–back here–is just the same. It won’t make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at 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.”
“Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.”
[Gilbert]: “We were born to be good friends, Anne. You’ve thwarted destiny enough.”
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