I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts.

The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.

There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.