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.

They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

Anne: Don’t you ever imagine things differently from what they are?

Marilla: No.

Anne: Oh Marilla! how much you miss.

I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, as long as the sun and the moon shall endure.


Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?

It just makes me feel glad to be alive–it’s such an interesting world.

It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it?

There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?

This is the most tragical thing that has ever happened to me...

Tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes in it.

 

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

“I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe,” said Anne firmly.

“And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an e, too.

The iron has entered into my soul, Diana.”

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

And people make fun of me because I use big words.

But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?

Gilbert: What are you thinking?

Anne: I’m afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish… like a broken silence.