Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?
There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.
When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.
Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.
“You 're not eating anything,” said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. “I can 't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?”
Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.