Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

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

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.