Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.