I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.