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Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of—or perhaps because of—their dissimilarity.
Situationship
Frenemies.
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Feels like an Anne of Green Gables reread kind of day
I’m at work so I’ve been listening and I’m really enjoying this version:
Reading Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea, I often forget Mrs. Lynde isn’t a widow until her husband dies at the end of book two
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Anne was so worried that she didn't sleep until nearly morning, and then she dreamed that the trustees had put a fence around the school and painted "Try Purple Pills" all over it.
Anne was so worried that she didn't sleep until nearly morning, and then she dreamed that the trustees had put a fence around the school and painted "Try Purple Pills" all over it.
What are the general feelings on Davy and Dora Keith?
"I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "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."
Anne Shirley 🤝 Katniss Everdeen
Hitting her future husband for a perceived slight against her that was actually a gesture of his affection.
(you might have already connected these but I wanted to share)
Oh!!! I love this!!
Anne and Katniss both have this one sided suspicion and misinterpretations of Gilbert and Peeta’s motives. They go on to have these beautiful friendships with feelings that they refuse/struggle to admit are romantic (not to mention, everyone else around them seeing it.) Then later, dramatic realizations over the depth of their feelings.
Then there’s this:
“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?” I ask.
“No.” A long time passes before he adds, “She crept up on me.”
Which echos this:
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
(While the passage is Finnick discussing Annie, I think it also describes Katniss’s feelings for Peeta)
Thank you so much for sharing @thesweetnessofspring!!
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I love how every step of the way Valancy is content with just her little dust pile, but then it keeps going. She IS content but she would be even more content with a little more—it’s both a blessing and a curse that there’s always more to be satisfied with. And she keeps getting more and more as the story goes on. Didn’t Anne Shirley herself say that anticipation is half the fun? The thrill of flying up on wings of anticipation is worth it even if it ends in a thud. If we WERE content there would be nothing more to look forward to. Some things should be left to the imagination. It seems like a theme here. The more you get the more you want but that ISN’T a bad thing. Because there is always more.
“When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts...it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.” ~Anne of Avonlea.
“Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive—it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?” ~Anne of Green Gables.
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“But, Anne, a broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth. . .though you won't think that a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it. And now you're looking disappointed. You don't think I'm half as interesting a person as you did five minutes ago when you believed I was always the prey of a tragic memory bravely hidden beneath external smiles. That's the worst. . .or the best. . . of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable. . .and succeeding...even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic. Isn't this candy scrumptious? I've eaten far more than is good for me already but I'm going to keep recklessly on." — Ms. Lavendar, Anne of Avonlea
I first read this passage in middle school and I think every preteen should read this. It’s a very useful message and I thought of it a lot when I was in a pining phase.
Specifically when I realized in college I was in love with the boy I’d just rejected and he started dating someone else. (It worked out, we’re married now, but there was a stretch of 8 months where things were looking very over for us.)
Anne has the most whimsical collection of friends
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Gilbert Blythe
If I didn’t love him before, these musings cement it for me
If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert's future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather "fast" set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne's friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert's eyes Anne's greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls--the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.
The reverence!
What I love about this is that our boy was committed what feels like DAY ONE. Like how old is he here? in his late teens? and he's already like "time to hold myself to a standard worthy of Anne not only in terms of a romantic relationship but even just as a friend because I know what she is deserving of and also I want to marry her one day so i'm going to be careful how I act and oh I'm going to be careful what I say and oh you know WHAT i'm going to be careful what I think," this boy was gone. He's literally thinking of Anne as a goddess lmao.
This also lends to theory that if Gilbert had not met Anne, he would have turned out very differently. Here we see mentions of a rather unsavory "fast set," and what I'm saying here is I need that fanfic where Gilbert doesn't meet Anne until later in life.
Gilbert Blythe
If I didn’t love him before, these musings cement it for me
If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert's future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather "fast" set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne's friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert's eyes Anne's greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls--the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.
The reverence!