You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

a few italics really do relieve your feelings.