Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.

I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?

I've done my best, and I begin to understand what is meant by 'the joy of strife'. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]