All things great are wound up with all things little.
Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.
Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.
Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.
People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.