She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.