Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

if I can't get what I want - well, I'll want what I can get.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!