Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

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.

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

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.