Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.

It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.