I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

If any person wants to see clearly just how much she has changed - whether for better or worse - let her revisit after some lapse of time any place where she has ones lived. She will meet her former self at every turn, with every familiar face, in every old recollection ... She will see how much she has gained in some respects, how much she has lost - irretrievably lost - in others.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.