Rilla’s heart skipped a beat – or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did.
War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing – too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.
Don’t look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can’t be sober and serious – everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
If a kiss could be seen it would look like a violet.
That’s one of the things we learn as we grow older – how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.
Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.
We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.
I’m sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.
I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn’t prevent my thinking there is.
Isn’t it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren’t born yet for missing it.
It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...
Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?
People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.
It’s so hard to get up again – although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven’t you?
I feel as though someone’s handed me the moon and I don’t exactly know what to do with it.
It’s the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.