The Anne of Green Gables Chronicles

For the first time shy, quiet Matthew Cuthbert was a person of central importance; the white majesty of death had fallen on him and set him apart as one crowned.

The Reaper Whose Name Is Death

I’ve got a pain so often now — behind my eyes.

You shouldn’t cry, Anne; it isn’t becoming, for your nose and eyes get red, and then you seem ALL red.

but when the commotion subsided he looked at Anne and winked with inexpressible drollery.

But for the rest of the week she talked picnic and thought picnic and dreamed picnic.

And of course he’s listening to her like a perfect ninny.

“How dare you call me skinny and ugly? How dare you say I’m freckled and redheaded? You are a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman!”

“Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull,” sniffed Marilla.

‘My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.’