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

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

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.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

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