It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.