Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

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

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.