She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

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.

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.