“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed ...”

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

“Anne laughed."I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.”

“But pearls are for tears, the old legend says," Gilbert had objected."I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyeswh...”

“And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.”

“Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.”

“There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when ...”

“The Heart of Fairyland is a story," she said, and she felt so warm and light and full of rightness of it that she thought she might faint.”

“Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.”

“I was happy, but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about i...”

“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be r...”

“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are goin...”

“People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.”

“It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.”

“Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?”