Quotes About Perspective

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs, Anne. It's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls, though. Thanks goodness, I never have. When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin.

It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

Well, it all comes to this, there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is to live in our own.

Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them , parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.

We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out.

I see you have a cat." "Wrong." Father Cassidy shook his head and groaned dismally. "A cat has me.

If you buy your experience it's your own. So it's no matter how much you pay for it.

How terrible it must be not to see and feel beauty.... I'm so glad I can find happiness in all lovely little things... It seems to me that every time I look out of a window the world gives me a gift.

Well, I don't know, said the Story Girl thoughtfully. I think there are two kinds of true thing - true things that are , and true things that are not , but might be.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining more.

Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed...that nothing ever came up to your expectations. Well, perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either...they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

Do you never imagine things different from what they really are? asked Anne wide-eyed. No. Oh! Anne drew a long breath. Oh, Miss--Marilla, how much you miss!

The trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her, said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly realized this.

A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one who differs from her.

Life may be a vale of tears, all right, but there are some folks who enjoy weeping, I reckon.

hat's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.

It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

Doss dear, said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water. Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick? parried Valancy.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it isn't — it's firmly fastened at one end.