It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!