I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other people say it,' wailed Anne. 'You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other people don't quite think it is.