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

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

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

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.