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

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.