She Seemed To Walk In An Atmosphere

To Love Is Easy And Therefore Common - But To Understand - How Rare It Is!

I Feel As Though Someone's Handed Me The Moon... And I Don't Exactly Know What To Do With It.

That Is One Consolation When You Are Poor—there Are So Many More Things You Can Imagine About.

I'm Just Tired Of Everything…even Of The Echoes. There Is Nothing In My Life But Echoes…echoes Of Lost Hopes And Dreams And Joys. They're Beautiful And Mocking.

I Wonder If It Will Be—can Be—any More Beautiful Than This,’ Murmured Anne, Looking Around Her With The Loving, Enraptured Eyes Of Those To Whom ‘home’ Must Always Be The Loveliest Spot In The World, No Matter What Fairer Lands May Lie Under Alien Stars.