Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

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

“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?”

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

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

Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.

Proverbs are all very fine when there's nothing to worry you, but when you're in real trouble, they're not a bit of help.