You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you