All things great are wound up with all things little.
Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.
Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.
There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.