…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

…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.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.