Quotes from The Anne of Green Gables Treasury of Days.
Quotes from the chapters of Anne of Green Gables.
May 25, 2008This webmaster's little girl grew up and got married at her home, Glen Gables, by the Lake of Shining Wetlands.
She surprised her mom by including an LM Montgomery quote from Anne of Avonlea in the wedding program:
Perhaps, after all, romance
did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old
friend through quiet ways; ... perhaps love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, ..."
Anne of Avonlea, 1909
November 2 “It’s lovely in the woods now. All the little
wood things – the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries – have gone to sleep, just as if somebody
had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves.”
November 5 “November is usually such
a disagreeable month … as if the year had suddenly found out she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret
November 10 It was November – the
month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
November 11 Anne roamed through the pineland
alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
November 12 … the clouds parted and
a burst of pale November sunshine fell athwart the harbour and the pines …
November 15 “The last golden leaf
will be blown from the aspens tonight.”
November 18 … for their glory terrestrial
had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
November 25 But the fir-wood behind the
little house was forever green and staunch; and even in November and December there came gracious days of sunshine and purple
November 30 L.M. Montgomery was born on this date in 1874,
in Clifton, Prince Edward Island. This is also the birthday of Lt. Col. John MacCrae who wrote “In Flanders Fields,”
the moving poem of World War 1 alluded to in Rilla of Ingleside.
December 1 The wind had risen and was sighing and wailing around the eaves and the snow was thudding softly
against the windows, as if a hundred storm sprites were tapping for entrance.
December 5 … the white flakes were beginning to flutter down over the fields and woods, russet and
grey in their dreamless sleep.
December 9 It was one of the nights when the storm-wind hurtles over the frozen meadows and black hollows,
and moans around the eaves like a lost creature, and drives the snow sharply against the shaking panes.
December 10 … how lovely it was to wake up in the night and hear the first snowstorm of the winter
around your tower and then snuggle down in your blankets and drift into dreamland again.
December 11 Out in the open country the world was all golden-white and pale violet, woven here and there
with the dark magic of spruces and the leafless delicacy of birches.
December 13 The snow crisped under the runners; the music of the bells tinkled through the ranks of tall
pointed firs, snow-laden.
December 19 How beautiful Green Gables was on a winter night!
December 20 Enchantment had been at work the night before. A light snow had fallen and the powdered firs
were dreaming of a spring to come and a joy to be.
December 24 The world was lost in a white passion of snowstorm. The window-panes were grey with drifted snow.
The Scotch pine was an enormous sheeted-ghost.
December 25 Christmas morning broke on a beautiful white world … just enough snow fell softly in the
night to transfigure Avonlea.
December 31 The old year did not slip away in a green twilight, with a pinky-yellow sunset. Instead, it went
out with a wild, white bluster and blow.
Chapter III Marilla
Cuthbert is Surprised Anne of
Green Gables Boston: L.C. Page,
"Matthew Cuthbert, I believe that child has bewitched you!
I can see as plain as plain that you want to keep her."
"Well now, she's a real interesting little thing,"
persisted Matthew. "You should have heard her talk coming from the station."
"Oh, she can talk fast enough. I saw that at once.
It's nothing in her favour, either. I don't like children who have so much to say. I don't want an orphan girl and if I did
she isn't the style I'd pick out. There's something I don't understand about her. No, she's got to be despatched straight-way
back to where she came from."
"I could hire a French boy to help me," said Matthew,
"and she'd be company for you."
"I'm not suffering for company," said Marilla shortly.
"And I'm not going to keep her."
"Well now, it's just as you say, of course, Marilla,"
said Matthew rising and putting his pipe away. "I'm going to bed."
To bed went Matthew. And to bed, when she had put
her dishes away, went Marilla, frowning most resolutely. And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless
child cried herself to sleep.
For a quick journey through Anne of
sample these last sentences from each
Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised - So said
Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting
patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.
Cuthbert Is Surprised - Then, holding tightly to the carpet-bag which contained "all her worldly goods,"
she followed him into the house.
Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised - To bed went Matthew. And to
bed, when she had put her dishes away, went Marilla, frowning most resolutely. And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely,
heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep.
Morning at Green Gables - Marilla looked
back once as the buggy bounced along and saw that aggravating Matthew leaning over the gate, looking wistfully after them.
Anne's History - "I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer's place," said Anne mournfully. "I don't
want to get there. Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything."
Marilla Makes Up Her Mind -
"Did you ever suppose you'd see the day when you'd be adopting an orphan girl? It's surprising enough; but not so surprising
as that Matthew should be at the bottom of it, him that always seemed to have such a mortal dread of little girls. Anyhow,
we've decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it."
Anne Says Her Prayers
- "I foresee that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can't get through this world without our share of trouble. I've
had a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it."
Bringing-Up Is Begun - Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then, with
her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams.
Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified
- She was as angry with herself as with Anne, because, whenever she recalled Mrs. Rachel's dumbfounded countenance her lips
twitched with amusement and she felt a most reprehensible desire to laugh.
Anne's Apology - "Oh,
there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! So I'll not talk any more just now, Marilla." "Thanks be to goodness for
that," breathed Marilla in devout relief.
Anne's Impressions of Sunday School - It almost seemed
to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person
of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.
A Solemn Vow and Promise - "I'm perfectly willing
to own up that I'm glad I consented to keep the child and that I'm getting fond of her, but don't you rub it in, Matthew Cuthbert."
The Delights of Anticipation - "Will you let me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think
amethysts can be the souls of good violets?"
Anne's Confession - "That child is hard to understand
in some respects. But I believe she'll turn out all right yet. And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that
A Tempest in the School Teapot - "Well, Anne Shirley," said Marilla as soon as she could
speak, "if you must borrow trouble, for pity's sake borrow it handier home. I should think you had an imagination, sure enough."
Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results - "Poor little soul," she murmured, lifting a loose curl
of hair from the child's tear-stained face. Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow.
New Interest in Life - "But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?"
Anne to the Rescue - "I assure you, Marilla, that I feel like praying tonight and I'm going to think
out a special brand-new prayer in honor of the occasion."
A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession
- "Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
A Good Imagination Gone Wrong - When she finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew one long shivering
breath of relief. "Well, so nothing caught you?" said Marilla unsympathetically.
"Oh, Mar—Marilla," chattered Anne, "I'll b-b-be contt-tented
with c-c-commonplace places after this."
A New Departure in Flavorings - "Oh, don't you see, Marilla?
There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them.
That's a very comforting thought." "Well, you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs," said Marilla. "It isn't fit for
any human to eat, not even Jerry Boute."
Anne is Invited Out to Tea - "But I think it will be splendid
to have a lady teacher, and I really don't see how I'm going to live through the two weeks before school begins. I'm so impatient
to see her."
Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor - "There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne,"
said Marilla, "and that is that your fall off the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all."
and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert - As it was, he was free to, "spoil Anne"—Marilla's phrasing—as much
as he liked. But it was not such a bad arrangement after all; a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as
all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.
Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves - "She's quick
to learn and I guess the best thing we can do for her will be to send her to Queen's after a spell. But nothing need be said
about that for a year or two yet." "Well now, it'll do no harm to be thinking it over off and on," said Matthew. "Things like
that are all the better for lots of thinking over."
The Story Club Is Formed - "The way I feel
at present, Anne," said Marilla, "is that it's high time you had those dishes washed. You've taken half an hour longer than
you should with all your chattering. Learn to work first and talk afterwards."
Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
- "As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it—I've got so used to it."
Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.
Unfortunate Lily Maid - But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder when
Marilla had gone out. "Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing—not
too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."
An Epoch in Anne's Life
- "I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all
was the coming home."
The Queens Class Is Organized - "But somehow—I don't know how it is but
when Anne and them are together, though she ain't half as handsome, she makes them look kind of common and overdone—something
like them white June lilies she calls narcissus alongside of the big, red peonies, that's what."
Brook and River Meet - There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt
convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them.
The Pass List Is Out - There was
in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on her white pillow her dreams were
as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might desire.
The Hotel Concert - "Well, I don't want
to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of
Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink
A Queen's Girl - "Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one
glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting."
The Winter at Queen's - All the Beyond
was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years—each year a rose of promise to be woven into an
The Glory and the Dream - Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and
fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again
when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
The Reaper Whose Name Is Death - "So
you've had a bit of romance in your life, too," said Anne softly. "Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn't think
so to look at me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and John.
I'd forgotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday."
Bend in the Road - The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing
could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road! "'God's
in his heaven, all's right with the world,'" whispered Anne softly.