When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.