I just went to work and imagined that I had the most beautiful pale blue silk dress – because when you are imagining you might as well imagine someting worth while.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it?

Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them, [...] You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

To Anne: When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Thought she may wander far.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

If you love me as I love you Nothing but death can part us two.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

But cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

'I've had a splendid time,' she concluded happily, 'and I feel that it marks and epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.'

As Mrs. Lynde would say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in geometry or not.

We are rich. Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we're happy as queens, and we've all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls – all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn't change into any of those women if you could.

Well, I don't want to be any one but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life. I'm quite content to be Anne of Greengables.

Anne, new to grief, thought it almost sad that it could be so – that they could go on in the old way without Matthew. She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered that the sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush of gladness when she saw them – that Diana's visits were pleasant to her and that Diana's merry words and ways moved her to laughter and smiles – that, in brief, the beautiful world of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices.

We resent the thought that anything can please us when some one we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.