Quotes About Reflection

I recalled my friends from college and wondered how they were doing.

As the dinner neared an end

how much the friends of my youth impacted the man I had become.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

Anne: But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice. Marilla: I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones.

I've come home in love with loneliness

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.

the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.

There are moments when we have real fun because, just for the moment, we don't think about things and then--we remember--and the remembering is worse than thinking of it all the time would have been.

I'm glad I never had any children,' said Cousin Sarah. 'If they don't break your heart in one way they do it in another.' 'Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up?' queried Valancy. 'Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

If any person wants to see clearly just how much she has changed - whether for better or worse - let her revisit after some lapse of time any place where she has ones lived. She will meet her former self at every turn, with every familiar face, in every old recollection ... She will see how much she has gained in some respects, how much she has lost - irretrievably lost - in others.