Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.

It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.