She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.

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.

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

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.