it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.