“How sympathetic you look, Anne…as sympathetic as only seventeen can look.”

“Now, Anne, don't look as if you were trying to understand. Seventeen can't understand.”

“One can always find something lovely to look at or listen to,' said Anne.”

“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.”

“Oh, it makes SUCH a difference. It LOOKS so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can't you always see it in your mind, just as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll only call me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.”

“She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.”

“Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.”