Quotes from L M Montgomery

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?

I wonder if perfume could set a man drunk.

those shyest and sweetest of woodland blooms. . .

First came a delightful thrill, as of something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance.

Reformation with men and dogs never goes very deep.

I feel rather blue to-night. I am a horrid little goose, I know - but the trouble is, I can't help being a horrid little goose.

It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." "It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." ? L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

Each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

She kept her youth to a marvelous degree. Perhaps this was because she always seemed to preserve that attitude of delighted surprise towards life which most of us leave behind in childhood, an attitude which not only made Rosemary herself seem young but flung a pleasing illusion of youth over the consciousness of everyone who talked to her.

If voices had colour, hers would have been like a rainbow. It made words LIVE. Whatever she said became a breathing entity, not a mere verbal statement or utterance.