If I Can't Get What I Want

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

Diana: "i Wish I Were Rich, And I Could Spend The Whole Summer At A Hotel, Eating Ice Cream And Chicken Salad." Anne: "you Know Something, Diana? We Are Rich. We Have Sixteen Years To Our Credit, And We Both Have Wonderful Imaginations. We Should Be As Happy As Queens." [gestures To The Setting Sun] Anne Shirley: "look At That. You Couldn't Enjoy Its Loveliness More If You Had Ropes Of Diamonds.

We Are Never Half So Interesting When We Have Learned That Language Is Given Us To Enable Us To Conceal Our Thoughts.

It Is A Strange Thing To Read A Letter After The Writer Is Dead - A Bitter-sweet Thing, In Which Pain And Comfort Are Strangely Mingled.

That's The Worst Of Growing Up, And I'm Beginning To Realize It. The Things You Wanted So Much When You Were A Child Don't Seem Half So Wonderful To You When You Get Them.