But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.

What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

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.

When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.