I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.