Quotes from Lucy Maud Montgomery

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress - because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while.

brains last, beauty doesn't.

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.

Anne.... was so pale and tragic at breakfast next morning that Marilla was alarmed and insisted on making her a cup of scorching ginger tea. Anne sipped it patiently, although she could not imagine what good ginger tea would do. Had it been some magic brew, potent to confer age and experience, Anne would have swallowed a quart of it without flinching.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

True friends are always together in spirit.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.