#anne of the island quote

[janefrigginausten]

[skybluearia]

I don't think if many people (or anyone at all) can relate to this post, but i see that many people were fans of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or hunger games as kids, but i was an aogg kid from the very start. I read all 8 books when i was 9 or 10, and i reread it several times over the years, everytime with a new outlook on the world and myself.

Everything about it is nostalgic to me, from the moment Anne met Matthew in the train station, to her friendship to Diana, to her holding a grudge againts Gilbert for 5 years, to her silly mistakes in the first and second book, to her finding new friends in college and Ruby's death in the third book (which was hard to take tbh), to all those letters she wrote to Gilbert in the 4th book, to her marriage and the death of her first child, her meeting captain Jim, Leslie and Miss Cornelia in the 5th book, the 6th book where her children's adventures begin; the 7th book and the arrival of the lovely Merediths; and finally, the last book and the shadow of war over Anne's life, Walter's death and at last, her sons' homecoming and the beautiful ending which brought Rilla and Ken together. It's just that when you read the books you basically follow her all the way from her childhood to her girlhood and then womanhood, and then you start loving her children just as much as you love her. You live in Green Gables and Windy Poplars and Ingleside, you watch her grow old. You follow two generations of the lovliest people in literature. To me it was aogg from the very start and I'm glad about that, reading and rereading it is always somehow the reassurance that I need that the world isn't that horrible of a place, it's just messy, and in dire need for a cup of tea and good old friends you can visit old gardens with on your birthday :)

[petticoar]

"Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."

- Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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[ariadnethedragon]

— Anne of Windy Poplars, Lucy Maud Montgomery

[petaltexturedskies]

Everything is made new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its peculiar sweetness.

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

[mr-culper]

Robert Louis Stevenson gave his character, a cruel pirate, the last name “Flint”, which means a stone using to light the fire, which in the arms industry was used for centuries in firearms to create sparks, to ignite gunpowder, to produce an explosion, to shoot a bullet and inevitably kill someone. And then, the creators of Black Sails make something really explosive out of Captain Flint, completely living up the meaning of his last name… That's brilliant. That's genius.

“Flint” is not just about a man with a strong will. James's last name must be very, very fearsome to the people who understand a way flint was used. Because it involves power, firmness, death threats and a whole ocean of fire. In the show, sparks are constantly flying from James, and therefore everything around is on fire. In the words of John Silver: it must be awful being him.

James Flint is a real flint. And at the same time, he is gunpowder, and explosion, and war. His last name smells of smoke, risks, losses, strategy, planning, hard decisions.

If we take into account the fact that flint was used in the arms industry for three centuries, then that was a lot of wars, rivers of blood, so much death and destructions. So James’s last name is not only militant, but also deeply tragic. Because war — any war — is always a tragedy. For decent people, I mean. Not for politicians and bankers.

There is one phrase of Anne Carson that could describe James very well:

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

The reasons why James has started his war for Nassau are actually very clear. Ultimately, it is grief that strikes the sparks out of James, it is grief that turns him into Captain Flint. And all this is behind one single word. How fascinating, isn't it?

— Tea & Rum. Ep. 1.

That's an excerpt from the first episode of the Tea & Rum podcast about the charactonyms of Captain Flint and John Silver.

(I'm sorry, English is not my native language, so please let me know if you come across any terrible grammatical errors!)

[hazy-siren]

"The year is a book, isn't it, Marilla? Spring's pages are written in Mayflowers and violets, summer's in roses, autumn's in red maple leaves, and winter's in holly and evergreen."

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island (1915)

[friendly-neighbourhood-librarian]

It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

—L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

[fideidefenswhore]

the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / the boleyns: a scandalous family (2021) / the king's pearl: henry viii and his daughter mary (2017), melita thomas / anne boleyn (tv miniseries 2021) / the mirror and the light (2024) / elizabeth (1998)

[janefrigginausten]

[autumncottageattic]

"It had been a warm, smoky summer afternoon. The world was in a splendor of out-flowering. The idle valleys were full of hazes. The woodways were pranked with shadows and the fields with the purple of the asters" Anne of the Island 1915 by L.M. Montgomery

[mzannthropy]

"I wouldn’t want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I’d like it if he could be wicked and wouldn’t."

Anne Shirley, Anne of the Island

[thehobbitchronicles]

“ it’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it ? ” — Anne Shirley

[sunfloweraroace]

Art of Ruby Gillis from Anne of the Island. “She had died in her sleep, painlessly and calmly, and on her face was a smile as if, after all, death had come as a kindly friend to lead her over the threshold” - Anne of the Island (chap. 14)

[petticoar]

"I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June."

- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

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[hazy-siren]

"It was November-- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind songs in pipes."

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island (1915)