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

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?

Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

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

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.