The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.
I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.
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.
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
“You 're not eating anything,” said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. “I can 't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?”