I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

brains last, beauty doesn't.

When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts. . . it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.