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.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

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

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?