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 heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

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'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!