It's funny how other people, who never knew you, who aren't even talking about you, who lived long ago, can sometimes describe you better than you can yourself.  This is SO me, and when I saw it, I felt once again that satisfied feeling that I really only get from reading; the satisfied feeling of realizing I'm not that weird: someone, somewhere, long ago felt this too.  So here's the wonderful excerpt: 

"You'll probably have a good many more and worse disappointments than that before you get through life," said Marilla, who honestly thought she was making a comforting speech.  "It seems to me, Anne, that you are never going to outgrow your fashion of setting your heart so on things and then crashing down into despair because you don't get them."

"I know I'm too much inclined that way," agreed Anne ruefully.  "When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud.  But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts ... it's like soaring through a sunset.  I think it almost pays for the thud."

"Well, maybe it does," admitted Marilla.  "Id rather walk calmly along and do without both flying and thud.  But everybody has her own way of living ... I used to think there was only one right way ... but since I've had you and the twins to bring up I don't feel so sure of it." -Anne of Avonlea