There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryI believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryThere was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt 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.
Lucy Maud Montgomery