It's astonishing when your own beliefs & general disposition toward life are mirrored in someone else's writing, and it's liberating when you realise that you're neither insane nor alone ;) That's the power of fiction, baby!
Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.
I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
One can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.
It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.
I'd like to add some beauty to life. I don’t exactly want to make people KNOW more… though I know that IS the noblest ambition… but I’d love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me… to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn’t been born.
There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
Why must people kneel down to pray? 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 is no end to its blueness. And then I’d just`feel’ a prayer.
I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it’s not what the world holds for you, it’s what you bring to it.