I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés anne-shirley l-m-montgomery
It's about Diana,' sobbed Anne luxuriously. 'I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband — I just hate him furiously. I've been imagining it all out — the wedding and everything — Diana dressed in snowy white garments, and a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress, too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then bidding Diana good-bye-e-e—' Here Anne broke down entirely and wept with increasing bitterness. Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face, but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter…
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés anne-shirley l-m-montgomery
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.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés l-m-montgomery
It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés anne-shirley l-m-montgomery
Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés l-m-montgomery
…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés grief l-m-montgomery
But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés l-m-montgomery
The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés spirit l-m-montgomery
I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés l-m-montgomery
I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés love l-m-montgomery
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