Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

"Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.".