Quotes About Reflection

Well, it was awful said, said Felicity, wiping her eyes. But it was long ago and we can't do any good by crying over it now. Let us go and get something to eat. I made some nice little rhubarb tarts this morning.

The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They

That water looks as if it was smiling at me

Stop a bit and think it over. There do be some knots mighty aisy to tie but the untying is a cat of a different brade.

Well, one can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once," said Anne gaily. "You see, I was little for fourteen years and I've only been grown-uppish for scarcely three. I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the woods.

Oh, what would the world be without youth? And yet it passes so quickly. We are old before we know it. We never believe it ... and then some day we wake up and discover we are old.

What is imagination for if not to enable you to peep at life through other people's eyes?

I'll thank you to restore yourself to yourself.

Even eighty-odd is sometimes vulnerable to vanity.

It is a start, and I mean to keep on, I find written in my old journal of that year.

If it be true that we count time by heart throbs Emily lived two years in it instead of two days.

Just imagine -- this night week I'll be in Avonlea -- delightful thought! said Anne, bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde's quilts. But just imagine -- this night week I'll be gone forever from Patty's Place -- horrible thought!

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads—they were so provocative and alluring. Rilla thought she hated them. She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road—then Walter—and now Ken. Brothers and playmate and sweetheart—they were all gone, never, it might be, to return. Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

I couldn't remember one word when I woke up this morning. And I'm afraid I'll never be able to think out another one as good. Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?

Me gustan las cosas bellas y odio que el espejo no refleje algo hermoso. Me hace sentir muy triste, igual que cuando veo algo horrible.

If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I'd look up into the sky - up - up - up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel the prayer.

You must learn to think a little, Anne, that's what. The proverb you need to go by is 'Look before you leap'--especially into spare room beds.

Uncle Jim, if I wasn't ME who'd I be?' and, 'Uncle Jim, what would happen if God died?

Still Anne said nothing, several times over.

Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them.

Anne went back to Green Gables by way of the Birth Path, shadowy, rustling, fern-scented, through Violet Vale and past Willowmere, where dark and light kissed each other under the firs, and down through Lovers' Lane ... spots she and Diana had so named long ago. She walked slowly enjoying the sweetness of wood and field, and the starry summer twilight, and thinking soberly about the new duties she was to take up on the morrow.