Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.