Marilla Cuthbert: You set your heart too much on frivolous things and then crash down into despair when you don't get them.
Anne: I know. I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset...almost pays for the thud.
Marilla: Well, maybe it does. But I'd rather walk calmly along and do without the flying and the thud.
Anne: I feel as though someone has handed me the moon... and I don't know exactly what to do with it.
Anne: It's such a splendid day! I pity people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.
Anne: Kindred spirits are not as scarce as I used to think. Its splendid to find there are so many in the world.
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