I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you... We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

All life lessons are not learned at college,' she thought. 'Life teaches them everywhere.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.