There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things.

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.

...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.