There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.