But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.