Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.