Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.