She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

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

Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.

Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e.