There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

I've come home in love with loneliness

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

It's great to be great, but it's great to be human.

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