You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

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.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?