I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

After all, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt?

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.