There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done

When you are young so many things are difficult to believe, and yet the dullest people will tell you that they are true--such things, for instance, as that the earth goes round the sun, and that it is not flat but round. But the things that seem really likely, like fairy-tales and magic, are, so say the grown-ups, not true at all. Yet they are so easy to believe, especially when you see them happening.

everything has an end, and you get to it if you only keep on.

I think everyone in the world is friends if you can only get them to see you don't want to be un-friends.

I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done

Also she had the power of silent sympathy. That sounds rather dull, I know, but it's not so dull as it sounds. It just means that a person is able to know that you are unhappy, and to love you extra on that account, without bothering you by telling you all the time how sorry she is for you.