It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

"Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.".

Red hair is my life long sorrow.