Everything that's worth having is some trouble.
…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.
Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.
It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.