“The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.”

“That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.”

“Desire grows by what it feeds on.”

“On one side, across the channel, stretched the silvery sand shore of the bar; on the other extended a long, curving beach of red cliffs, rising steeply from the pebbled coves. It was a shore that knew the magic and mystery of storm and star. There is a great solitude about such a shore. The woods are never solitary-they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery-We may only wander, awed and spell-bound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only-a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is in the company of the archangels.”

“Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.”

“Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.”

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