Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

Perhaps LOVE unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship.. as a golden hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Diana: Gilbert told Charlie Sloan that you were the smartest girl in school, right in front of Josie. Anne: He did? Diana: He told Charlie being smart was better than being good looking. Anne: I should have known he meant to insult me.

The year is a book, isn't it, Marilla? Spring's pages are written in Mayflowers and violets, summer's in roses, autumn's in red maple leaves, and winter in holly and evergreen.

What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

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.

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

Our library isn't very extensive, said Anne, but every book in it is a friend. We've picked our books up through the years, here and there, never buying one until we had first read it and knew that it belonged to the race of Joseph.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

We belong to the race that knows Joseph

I have made up my mind that I will never marry. I shall be wedded to my art.

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

I guess you've got a spice of temper, commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. It goes with hair like yours, I reckon

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…

Well, that was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and then let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death...