Anne of Green Gables

Anne Shirley:
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read once and I say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul.

Anne Shirley:
This is the most tragical thing that has ever happened to me.

Aunt Josephine:
Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can't make up for the lack of it.

Mrs. Cadbury:
Tell me what you know about yourself.

Anne Shirley:
Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury... but if you let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting.

Anne Shirley:
Can't you even IMAGINE you're in the depths of despair?

Marilla Cuthbert:
No I cannot. To despair is to turn your back on God.

Anne Shirley:
Mrs. Hammond told me that God made my hair red on purpose and I've never cared for Him since.

Anne Shirley:
Don't you ever imagine things differently from what they are?

Marilla Cuthbert:
No.

Anne Shirley:
Oh Marilla, how much you miss.

Marilla Cuthbert:
If she can avoid catastrophe two days in a row, I might have a chance to make up my mind.

Anne Shirley:
I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. Green is ten times worse.

Diana Barry:
Just say one word and tell me if you're killed!

Anne Shirley:
No... but I think I've been rendered unconscious.

Anne Shirley:
I don't think Mrs. Barry is a well-bred woman. I don't believe God himself would entirely meet with her approval.

Marilla Cuthbert:
Anne, you musn't say things like that... especially in front of the minister's wife. But, if you left God out of it, you'd have it just about right.

Anne Shirley:
Farewell, my beloved friend. Henceforth, we must be strangers living side by side... but my heart will be ever faithful to thee.

Anne Shirley:
Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it.

Anne Shirley:
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.

Anne Shirley:
Ruby Gillis says when she grows up, she wants to have a line of beaus on a string and make them crazy for her. I'd rather have ONE in his rightful mind.

Anne Shirley:
I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

Aunt Josephine:
I like people who make me like them. Saves me so much trouble forcing myself to like them.

Aunt Josephine:
Wealth can be very empty when you don't have someone to share it with. But by the time I realized that, no one would have me... except men who wanted my money more than I did.

Marilla Cuthbert:
As Rachel Lynde used to say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in Geometry or not. I think I'd rather it didn't go on if I failed.

Anne Shirley:
Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

Diana Barry:
I wish I were rich, and I could spend the whole summer at a hotel, eating ice cream and chicken salad.

Anne Shirley:
You know something, Diana? We are rich. We have sixteen years to our credit, and we both have wonderful imaginations. We should be as happy as queens.

Anne Shirley:
Look at that. You couldn't enjoy its loveliness more if you had ropes of diamonds.

Diana Barry:
I don't know about that.

Anne Shirley:
And I promise I'll never do it again. That's the one good thing about me. I never do the same wrong thing twice.

Rachel Lynde:
Mark my words, Marilla. That's the kind puts strychnine in the well.

Rachel Lynde:
Her tongue appears to be hinged in the middle, but she may turn out all right.

Gilbert Blythe:
Psst! Carrots! Carrots!

Anne Shirley:
Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet-black tresses?

Diana Barry:
But I don't have any black dresses.

Anne Shirley:
Your hair.

Diana Barry:
All right.

Gilbert Blythe:
Well, I figured you can give me a hand with my work, and we'll call it a fair exchange.

Anne Shirley:
Aren't you worried? I'm liable to break another slate over your head.

Gilbert Blythe:
I'm more worried I might break one over yours, carrots.

Marilla Cuthbert:
I'm afraid for her, Matthew. She'll be gone so long. She'll get terrible lonesome.

Matthew Cuthbert:
You mean, we'll get terrible lonesome.

Marilla Cuthbert:
I can't help wishing that she'd stayed a little girl.

Matthew Cuthbert:
Mrs. Spencer made a lucky mistake, I guess.

Marilla Cuthbert:
It wasn't luck; it was Providence. He knew we needed her.

Matthew Cuthbert:
Even with her queer little ways.

Marilla Cuthbert:
I loved her for them.

Anne Shirley:
Please, Matthew. You need help. We've got to get a doctor.

Matthew Cuthbert:
I've worked hard all my life. I'd rather just drop in the harness. I got old; I never noticed.

Anne Shirley:
If I'd been the boy you sent for, I could have spared you in so many ways.

Matthew Cuthbert:
I never wanted a boy. I only wanted you from the first day. Don't ever change. I love my little girl. I'm so proud of my little girl.