Oh$$$ sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after a while and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
I've put out a lot of little roots these two years$$$" Anne told the moon$$$ "and when I'm pulled up they're going to hurt a great deal. But it's best to go$$$ I think$$$ and$$$ as Marilla says$$$ there's no good reason why I shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.
I'm so glad you're here$$$ Anne$$$' said Miss Lavendar$$$ nibbling at her candy. 'If you weren't I should be blue…very blue…almost navy blue. Dreams and make-believes are all very well in the daytime and the sunshine$$$ but when dark and storm come they fail to satisfy. One wants real things then. But you don't know this…seventeen never knows it. At seventeen dreams do satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you further on.
It takes all sorts of people to make a world$$$ as I've often heard$$$ but I think there are some who could be spared$$$' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.
People who are different from other people are always called peculiar$$$' said Anne.
…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.
Oh$$$ sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died. What is an Octogenarian$$$ Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know$$$ but they must be very sickly creatures$$$ for you never heard tell of them but they were dying.
Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them$$$ they're such wayward$$$ dancing things.
I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.