Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.

March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?