Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of 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.

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.

There be three gentle and goodlie things, To be here, To be together, And to think well of one another.