Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.