You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?