Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

But pearls are for tears, the old legend says," Gilbert had objected. "I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy." -Anne

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.