Anne of Avonlea

“Fancies are like shadows . . . you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.”

“Every morn is a fresh beginning,”

“"If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet," said Priscilla.”

“Well, we must name this place before we leave it," said Anne, yielding to the indisputable logic of facts. "Everybody suggest a name and we'll draw lots. Diana?”

“"Look do you see that poem?" she said suddenly, pointing.”

“I imagined out a most interesting dialogue between the asters and the sweet peas and the wild canaries in the lilac bush and the guardian spirit of the garden. When I go home I mean to write it down. I wish I had a pencil and paper to do it now, because I daresay I'll forget the best parts before I reach home.”

“I don't care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.”

“I think her parents gave her the only right and fitting name that could possibly be given her," said Anne. "If they had been so blind as to name her Elizabeth or Nellie or Muriel she must have been called Lavendar just the same, I think. It's so suggestive of sweetness and old-fashioned graces and 'silk attire.' Now, my name just smacks of bread and butter, patchwork and chores.”

“Anne laughed, sipped the honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting. She was used to taking her compliments mixed.”