Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.

All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.