...“Oh$$$ Marilla$$$ looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them$$$” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says$$$ ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.”...

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with a dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar$$$ star-led.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable$$$ but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

Oh$$$ it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.

Don't give up all your romance$$$ Anne$$$" he whispered shyly$$$ "a little bit is a good thing - not too much$$$ of course$$$ but keep a little of it$$$ Anne$$$ keep a little of it.

That's the worst of growing up$$$ and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them

hat's the worst of growing up$$$ and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

It must be lovely to be grown up$$$ Marilla$$$ when just being treated as if you were is so nice...Well$$$ anyway$$$ when I grow up$$$ I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were$$$ too$$$ and I'll never laugh when they use big words.

Oh$$$ I know I'm a great trial to you$$$ Marilla$$$" said Anne repentantly. "I make so many mistakes. But then just think of all the mistakes I don't make$$$ although I might.

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet$$$ but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.