But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

Make a little room in your plans for romance again, Anne, girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can’t make up for the lack of it. ~Aunt Josephine to Anne in Anne Of Green Gables

brains last, beauty doesn't.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?