Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

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

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.