Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

Make them do as you want them to," she said. "I can’t," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.