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.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

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

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

All things great are wound up with all things little.