To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.