Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

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

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

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

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

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.