Quotes from Lucy Maud Montgomery

I like a man whose eyes say more than his lips, thought Valancy.

I asked Doss if she had no regard for appearancs. She said, 'I've been keeping up appearances all my life. Now I'm going in for realities. Appearances can go hang!

I'm sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But i understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please use when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us

Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday, sweet and beloved, between its leaves.

I think, perhaps, we have very mistaken ideas about heaven -- what it is and what it holds for us. I don't think it can be so very different from life here as most people seem to think. I believe we'll just go on living, a good deal as we live here -- and be OURSELVES just the same -- only it will be easier to be good and to -- follow the highest. All the hindrances and perplexities will be taken away, and we shall see clearly.

But that would be terrible queer, Anne. And what would Mrs Harmon Andrews say? Ah, there's the rub, sighed Anne. There are so many things in life we cannot do because of the fear of what Mrs Harmon Andrews would say. What delightful things we might do were it not for Mrs Harmon Andrews!

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

When a man don't know his own mind, Miss Shirley, ma'am, how's a poor woman going to be sure of it?

If you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be left alone.

That is one of the advantagers of being thirteen. You know so much more than you did when you were only twelve

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us.

That night Anne knelt sweetly by her open window in a great sheen of moonshine and murmured a prayer of gratitude and aspiration that came straight from her heart. There was in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might desire.

Her eyes astar with dreams

E la gente ride di me perché uso parole grosse. Ma se si hanno in testa idee grosse, bisogna usare parole grosse per esprimerle, non trova?

He was so lonely that he laughed at himself.

What are you going to do with the money Anne? Let's all go up town and get drunk!

All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years--each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immoral chaplet.

For the fairies dwell only in the kingdom of Happiness; having no souls they cannot enter the kingdom of Sorrow.

Life seems like a cup of glory held to my lips just now. But there must be some bitterness in it - there is in every cup. I shall taste mine some day. Well, I hope I shall be strong and brave to meet it. And I hope it won't be through my own fault that it will come.

I'm sure no life can be properly developed and rounded out without some trial and sorrow - though I suppose it is only when we are pretty comfortable that we admit it.

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul

Nature seemed to have folded satisfied hands to rest, knowing that her long wintry slumber was coming upon her.

FEELING is so different from KNOWING. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.