Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

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

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.