- Gilbert Blythe: Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire. You, and you alone, are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please don't be alarmed-I don't expect your favor-but I can't, in good conscience, not reveal myself. I'm not engaged-nor will I be-unless, it's to you, Anne, my Anne with an e. It always has been and always will be you. With love, Gilbert PS: Thanks for the pen. Good luck at Queens.
- Winifred Rose: [over come] Why on earth did you lead me on and make me believe you loved me? Can you answer me that?
- Gilbert Blythe: You can only know something when you know it. Not a minute before.
- Mrs. Eliza Barry: Deceitful child! How could you? How could you be so, so selfish? Oh Oh, my Oh, my Look what you're doing to your mother!
- Diana Barry: Why is it that who I am and what I want doesn't matter?