“I’ve made up my mind to enjoy this drive. It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. Of course, you must make it up firmly.” pg 37
I love this line by Anne as her and Marilla are headed to straighten out the mistake of her not being the boy that they requested. If I took that line to heart in many of my real life situations, I know things would be more peaceful. I added this to my commonplace journal although it should go into a fortitude list of quotes.
Anne asks Marilla about her knowing anyone who’s red hair changes as they grew older. Marilla dashes her hopes. 🙂
This is one of my favorite bits and I say it to my husband all the time, in which he rolls his eyes at me. 😉
“Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That’s a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I’m disappointed in anything.” pg 37
I absolutely love naming things and places. Anne and I share that sentiment. Love this part as Anne tries to explain the importance of names to Marilla.
“Well, I don’t know,” Anne looked thoughtful. “I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.” pg 38
This cracked me up!
“I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is too much.” pg 40
“Don’t you just love poetry that gives a crinkly feeling up and down your back?” pg 40-41
Anne’s sweet spirit is starting to thaw Marilla…
“Pity was suddenly stirring in her heart for the child. What a starved, unloved life she had had – a life of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the lines of Anne’s history and divine the truth. No wonder she had been so delighted at the prospect of a real home. It was a pity she had to be sent back. What if she, Marilla, should indulge Matthew’s unaccountable whim and let her stay? He was set on it; and the child seemed a nice, teachable little thing.”
“The shore road was ‘woodsy and wild and lonesome.’ On the right hand, scrub first, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly. On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness that the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her. Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with oceans jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.” pg42