Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

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.

“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?”

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.