It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

True friends are always together in spirit.

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.