What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.

But pearls are for tears, the old legend says," Gilbert had objected. "I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy." -Anne

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.