June 2010
16 posts
“Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.”
—Anne of Avonlea
“Anne’s laugh, as blithe and irresistible as of yore, with an added note of sweetness and maturity, rang through the garret. Marilla in the kitchen below, compounding blue plum preserve, heard it and smiled; then sighed to think how seldom that dear laugh would echo through Green Gables in the years to come.”
—Anne’s House of Dreams
- ANNE: Taking a short-cut, Mr. Blythe?
- GILBERT: Miss Cuthbert said I could find you here. [gives her a letter] Open it.
- ANNE: [reading from letter] "We would be prepared to agree to your proposal to engage Miss Shirley under contract for one year in the post of teacher at Avonlea Public School." But that's your post?
- GILBERT: I took the liberty of speaking to the trustees about an exchange. I'll be getting Carmody and you can stay at Green Gables.
- ANNE: I don't know what to say.
- GILBERT: Don't say anything.
- ANNE: You'd have to pay for your board. You'll never save enough for college. You can't--
- GILBERT: I'll save enough. Besides, I'm keeping up my courses by correspondence.
- ANNE: So am I. Thank you, for giving up the school for me, Gilbert. It's very good of you and I want you to know that I appreciate it.
- GILBERT: I figure you can give me help with my work, and I'll call it a fair exchange.
- ANNE: Aren't you worried I'm liable to break another slate over your head?
- GILBERT: I'm more worried I might break one over yours, Carrots. I'll walk you home.
“But it was a happy and beautiful bride who came down the old, homespun-carpeted stairs that September noon - the first bride of Green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, in the mist of her maiden veil, with her arms full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in the hall below, looked up at her with adoring eyes. She was his at last, this evasive, long-sought Anne, won after years of patient waiting. It was to him she was coming in the sweet surrender of the bride. Was he worthy of her? Could he make her as happy as he hoped? If he failed her - if he could not measure up to her standard of manhood - then, as she held out her hand, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other’s keeping and both were unafraid.”
—Anne’s House of Dreams
“They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond, looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber-hued belt of sand hills shut it from the dark-blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues - the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found. Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows. Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white clad girl tiptoeing to her own reflection. From the marsh at the head of the pond came the clear, mournfully sweet chorus of the frogs.There was a little gray house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and, although it was not yet quite dark, a light was shining from one of its windows.”
—Anne of Green Gables
“Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.”
—Anne of Green Gables - The opening paragraph.
“Anne’s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen’s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys 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!”
—Anne of Green Gables
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“I don’t want sunburts or marble halls.. I just want you.”
- Anne of Green Gables
” —(via tinygingerdancer)
“Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next evening to put fresh flowers on Matthew’s grave and water the Scotch rosebush. She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight — “a haunt of ancient peace.” There was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover. Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne’s heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it.”
—Anne of Green Gables
The Beginning.
I’ve finally decided to start a tumblr dedicated to the Anne of Green Gables series. I’ve been looking for one since I joined, but no luck. So, why not do it myself? I have loved reading the series ever since I first read it. I have read the entire series numerous times, and I have seen all the movies.
If you have any questions, you can ask here. You can also find me at my personal blog, One Chance. If anyone is interested in helping me keep this running, please let me know!
Here’s to Anne with an “E!”
