Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Silence and twilight fell over the garden. Far away the sea was lapping gently and monotonously on the bar. The wind of evening in the poplars sounded like some sad, weird old rune-some broken dream of old memories. A slender, shapely young aspen rose up before them against the fine maize and emerald and paling rose of the western sky, which brought out every leaf and twig in dark, tremulous, elfin loveliness.

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing of mournful things. Why isn't the wind happy, Mummy? asked Walter one night. Because it is remembering all the sorrow of the world since it began, answered Anne.

It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

Do you know what I think about the new moon, teacher? I think it is a little golden boat full of dreams. And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

I doubted God last Sunday said Rilla but I don't doubt Him today. Evil cannot win. Spirit is on our side and it is bound to outlast flesh.

All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

The boys like me as a pal but I don't believe anyone will ever really fall in love with me. Nonsense, said Emily reassuringly. Nine out of ten men will fall in love with you. But it will be the tenth I'll want, persisted Ilse gloomily.

If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair.

I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn't born for city life and that I was glad of it. It's nice to be eating ice cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o'clock at night once in a while; but as a regular thing I'd rather be in east gable at eleven, sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and the wind was blowing in the firs across the brook.

And it seemed to me, too, that I've always been afraid when I was in the company of people…afraid of saying something stupid…afraid of being laughed at.

Let me remind you that the measure of anyone's freedom is what he can do without.

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up,' laughed Anne. 'That's a true word, dearie. Some are grown up when they're born, and others ain't grown up when they're eighty, believe me. That same Mrs. Roderick I was speaking of never grew up. She was as foolish when she was hundred as when she was ten.' 'Perhaps that was why she lived so long,' suggested Anne.

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

Well, it all comes to this, there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is to live in our own.

Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them , parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.

The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…

We make our own lives wherever we are, after all... They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out.