Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy.

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

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

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.