Quotes from Lucy Maud Montgomery

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

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

I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

You're not eating anything, said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair? I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say, responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair? No, I didn't. Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla?

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

It's not vanity to know your own good points. It would just be stupidity if you didn't; It's only vanity when you get puffed up about them.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

Don't you know that it is only the very foolish folk who talk sense all the time? (Anne)

I've had a splendid time, she concluded happily, and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

I love bright red drinks, don't you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily's nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair, said Anne reproachfully. People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

Tell me this--if you knew you would be poor as a church mouse all your life--if you knew you'd never have a line published--would you still go on writing-- would you?' 'Of course I would,' said Emily disdainfully. 'Why, I have to write--I can't help it at times--I've just got to.

Mrs. Cadbury: Tell me what you know about yourself. Anne Shirley: Well, it really isn't worth telling, Mrs. Cadbury... but if you let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'd find it a lot more interesting.