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“Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.”

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There’s another way of reading Anne of Green Gables, and that’s to assume that the true central character is not Anne, but Marilla Cuthbert. Anne herself doesn’t really change throughout the book. She grows taller, her hair turns from ‘carrots’ to ‘a handsome auburn’, her clothes get much prettier, due to the spirit of clothes competition she awakens in Marilla, she talks less, though more thoughtfully, but that’s about it. As she herself says, she’s still the same girl inside. Similarly, Matthew remains Matthew, and Anne’s best chum Diana is equally static. Only Marilla unfolds into something unimaginable to us at the beginning of the book. Her growing love for Anne, and her growing ability to express that love - not Anne’s duckling-to-swan act - is the real magic transformation. Anne is the catalyst who allows the crisp, rigid Marilla to finally express her long-buried softer human emotions. At the beginning of the book, it’s Anne who does all the crying; by the end of it, much of this task has been transferred to Marilla. As Mrs Rachel Lynde says, 'Marilla Cuthbert has got mellow. That’s what.’

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It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

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Jan Bruegel the Elder, Flowers in a Wooden Vessel (details), 1606-1607

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L. M. Montgomery - Anne of Green Gables

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Spring had come once more to Green Gables - the beautiful, capricious, reluctant Canadian spring lingering along through April and May in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth. The maples in Lovers’ Lane were red-budded and little curly ferns pushed up around Dryad’s Bubble. Away up in the barrens, behind Mr Silas Sloane’s place, the Mayflowers blossomed out, pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves. All the schoolgirls and boys had one golden afternoon gathering them, coming home in the clear, echoing twilight with arms and baskets full of flowery spoil.

L. M. Montgomery (via anneinavonlea)

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Viktor Tsvetkov. The Bicycle Ride (1965)

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“It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.” 

Anne Shirley Aesthetic

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but imagine reading the anne of green gables books when they first came out and hardcore shipping anne and gilbert and then anne of the island comes out and you’re frustrated af throughout a majority of the book and seeing anne swoon over that fuckboy roy is so painful but then gilbert almost dies and anne comes to her senses and IT HAPPNS and it’s like insane wish fulfillment and all those years of angst and slow burn were worth it like LM MONTGOMERY DID THAT™

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‘Do you remember our first walk down this hill, Anne–our first walk together anywhere, for that matter?’ ‘I was coming home in the twilight from Matthew’s grave–and you came out of the gate; and I swallowed the pride of years and spoke to you.’ 'And all heaven opened before me,’ supplemented Gilbert. 'From that moment I looked forward to tomorrow. When I left you at your gate that night and walked home I was the happiest boy in the world. Anne had forgiven me.’ 'I think you had the most to forgive. I was an ungrateful little wretch–and after you had really saved my life that day on the pond, too. How I loathed that load of obligation at first! I don’t deserve the happiness that has come to me.’ Gilbert laughed and clasped tighter the girlish hand that wore his ring. Anne’s engagement ring was a circlet of pearls. She had refused to wear a diamond.

Anne’s House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery (via anneinavonlea)

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Gilbert, I’m afraid I’m scandalously in love with you. You don’t think it’s irreverent, do you? But then, you’re not a minister.

Anne of Windy Poplars by L.M. Montgomery  (via anneinavonlea)

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As Years Go By by Jon Scherff