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

A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.

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?

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.