I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.

All things great are wound up with all things little.

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

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!