Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

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.

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.