Quotes About People

That doesn't sound very attractive, laughed Anne. I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne--I'd give them a chance. There are some terrible bad men the world, I suppose, but you'd have to go a long piece to find them...But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us. Keep on writing, Anne.

We always hate people who surprise our secrets…

People who don't like cats, said Valancy, attacking her dessert with a relish, always seem to think that there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, said Jane. Oh, I can easily understand that, said Anne thoughtfully. I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too...

Yes; but if dryads are foolish they must take the consequences, just as if they were real people, said Paul gravely. Do you know what I think about the new moon, teacher? I think it is a little golden boat full of dreams.

When people ask me that absurd question Do you like children? I always feel like retorting - and sometimes do, if I think the questioner has brains enough to understand the retort - Why don't you ask me if I like grown-up people? I like some very much, detest others, and am indifferent to the vast majority.

Oh, my, you are one of the Chosen People, mocked Black-eyes. Of course I am, retorted Emily.

I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them. - Miss Barry

and I think, concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, that we always love best the people who need us. Davy needs us badly.

Escribiría sobre gente y lugares que yo conociera, y haría que mis personajes hablaran un lenguaje cotidiano. Y dejaría que el sol se levantara y se pusiera de la forma normal y tranquila que hace normalmente, sin hacer muchas alharacas al respecto. Si tuviera que introducir un villano en mi historia, le daría una oportunidad (...) Supongo que hay algunos hombres malvados en el mundo, pero hay que andar un buen rato para encontrarlos.

ought always to try to influence other people for good.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne—I'd give them a chance.

We're not in the habit of shutting people up in dark, damp dungeons, said Marilla dryly, especially as they're rather scarce in Avonlea.

You're--you're going to give her something to eat, aren't you? When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behavior? demanded Marilla indignantly.

Progress is unimaginably difficult, dangerous, always at risk, always made by people with only partial vision.

It doesn't do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to," Clara said. "It's just a waste.

There would be a trial, of course. But I had watched a few trials in Thalia, and I had seen people a lot dumber than Hud get away with a lot worse than what he did.

It doesn't do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to.

Men are about as worthless a race of people as I've ever encountered.

The Western photographers also managed to put the people in scale with the landscapes, to the amazement of Easterners.

I didn't know people had that much blood in them," Gus said. "I thought we was mostly bone inside." Call didn't admit it, but he had the same belief; but from what he had seen that morning, it seemed that people were really just sacks of blood with legs and arms stuck on them.