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

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.