Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more 'scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

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