Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

When you've learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn't, you've got wisdom and understanding. -Aunt Jimsie

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

All things great are wound up with all things little.