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

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.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

The woods are never solitary — they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery — we may only wander, awed and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice.