I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her