At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as 'wasted' lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare... Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.

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

Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.