People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

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.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

There were only the great diamonds and sapphires and emerald mists and velvet inks of space, with God's voice mingling among the crystal fires.

Mothers are the ultimate executives. Instead of raising profits they are raising humanity.

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

You need to tell the truth to the audience, or they will throw a brick through the TV. They'll turn you off.

No compromise is possible and the victory of the democracies can only be complete with the utter defeat of the war machines of Germany and Japan.

The wise are not so much wiser than others as respecters of their own wisdom.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.

I'm not mad. I'm a writer.

Let us teach the young in the school of the fear of the Lord.