The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.