Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

Don't be ridiculous, please.' The most insulting words in the world!