Anne of Windy Poplars

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I’m going out to collect it…

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen…wonderful things.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

One can always find something lovely to look at or listen to,' said Anne.

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.

Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

I hope you don't think I'm one of those terrible people who make you feel that you have to talk to them all the time.

Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

And it seemed to me, too, that I've always been afraid when I was in the company of people…afraid of saying something stupid…afraid of being laughed at.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

Don't be ridiculous, please.' The most insulting words in the world!

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.

I'm afraid you'll find out all too soon that life's a melancholy business.