When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?