I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.