Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

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!

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong.