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.

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

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.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.