There be three gentle and goodlie things, To be here, To be together, And to think well of one another.
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.
It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because – because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.
She wanted to be alone – to think things out – to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that ’this, too, will pass away.
Heretics are wicked, but they’re mighty int’resting. It’s jest that they’ve got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He’s hard to find – which He ain’t never.
It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.
In everything you do, aim to excel, for what is worth doing is worth doing well.
A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.
Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.
She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.
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.