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Delilah
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“I want to have a real good jolly time this summer for maybe it’s the last summer I’ll be a little girl. Mrs. Lynde says that if I keep stretching out next year I’ll have to put on longer skirts. And when I put on longer skirts I shall feel that I have to live up to them and be very dignified. It won’t even do to believe in fairies then I’m afraid; so I’m going to believe in them with all my whole heart this summer.”
— Jan 09, 2025 01:14PM
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Delilah
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“The child she had learned to love had vanished somehow and here was this tall, serious-eyed girl of fifteen with the thoughtful brow and the proudly poised little head, in her place. Marilla loved the girl as much as she had loved the child but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss.”
— Jan 03, 2026 09:48PM
Delilah
is on page 240 of 320
“It’s such a solemn thing to be almost fourteen, Marilla.”
— Jan 03, 2026 09:35PM
Delilah
is on page 193 of 320
“I’m going to practice my recitations in the garret. Don’t be alarmed if you hear me groaning. I have to groan heartrendingly in one of them, and it’s really hard to get up a good artistic groan, Marilla.”
— Jan 03, 2026 06:45PM
Delilah
is on page 133 of 320
“Diana gave me a lock of her hair and I’m going to sew it up in a little bag and wear it around my neck all my life. Please see that it is buried with me, for I don’t believe I’ll live very long. Perhaps when she sees me lying cold and dead before her Mrs. Barry may feel remorse for what she has done and will let Diana come to my funeral.”
(separated from her best friend for literally 1 day mind you)
— Jan 02, 2026 10:54PM
(separated from her best friend for literally 1 day mind you)
Delilah
is on page 59 of 320
“‘If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers.’
‘Yesterday you wanted to be a seagull,’ sniffed Marilla. ‘I think you are very fickle minded.’”
— Jan 02, 2026 12:15PM
‘Yesterday you wanted to be a seagull,’ sniffed Marilla. ‘I think you are very fickle minded.’”
Delilah
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“The beauty of it all thrilled Anne’s heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it.
'Dear old world,' she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.'"
— Jan 09, 2025 02:07PM
'Dear old world,' she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.'"
Delilah
is on page 305 of 320
“We are rich,” said Anne staunchly. “Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we’re happy as queens, and we’ve all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls—all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.”
— Jan 09, 2025 01:41PM
Delilah
is on page 250 of 320
“And I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn’t born for city life and that I was glad of it. It’s nice to be eating ice cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o’clock at night once in a while; but as a regular thing I’d rather be in the east gable at eleven, sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and that the wind was blowing in the firs across the brook. ”
— Jan 09, 2025 12:59PM
Delilah
is on page 230 of 320
"But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne’s shoulder when Marilla had gone out.
'Don’t give up all your romance, Anne,' he whispered shyly, 'a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.'”
— Jan 09, 2025 12:53PM
'Don’t give up all your romance, Anne,' he whispered shyly, 'a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.'”
Delilah
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“Gilbert Blythe wasn’t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure. She should look at him, that red-haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that weren’t like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school . . . And then—thwack! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert’s head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across.”
— Jan 08, 2025 12:02PM
