Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.

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

People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.