People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
L.M. MontgomeryI wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés home
It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?
L.M. MontgomeryIt's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?
L.M. MontgomeryYou see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés love space destiny belong emily lovers soulmates soulmate love-story teddy-kent
How fair the realm
Imagination opens to the view,
None of us ever do," said Mrs. Allan with a sigh. "But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, 'Not failure but low aim is crime.' We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great. Hold fast to your ideals, Anne.
L.M. MontgomeryIn the elder days of art
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part,
For the gods see everywhere,
I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.
L.M. MontgomeryMots clés tea
I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.
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