Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

There the rose of joy bloomed immortal by dale and stream; clouds never darkened the sunny sky; sweet bells never jangled out of tune; and kindred spirits abounded.

So bright and golden and fair, so free fro shadow and so lavish of blossom.

To be obliged to sit still when mental agony urges us to stride up and down is the refinement of torture.

She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream?

What if you never meet him? Then I shall die an old maid, was the cheerful response. I daresay it isn't the hardest death by any means. Oh, I suppose the dying would be easy enough, it's the living an old maid I shouldn't like, said Diana, with no intention of being humorous.

People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

We'll make friends with the wind and sky and sun, and bring home spring in our hearts.

I'm afraid you'll find out all too soon that life's a melancholy business.

you'll be spared an awful lot of trouble if you die young.

The possibilities of making new friends help to make life very fascinating

Do you know what? I think the evening star is a lighthouse on the land where the fairies dwell.

It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

Doss dear, said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water. Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick? parried Valancy.

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.

Life is rich and full here... everywhere... if we can only learn how to open our whole hearts to its richness and fullness.

Strange, ain't it, how folks seem to resent anyone being born a mite cleverer than they be.

It's a very bad habit to put off disagreeable things...

The rustle of the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the dull, far-away roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day.

There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves.

If only she were a boy, speeding in khaki by Carol's side to the western front! She had wished that in a burst of romance when Jem had gone, without perhaps, meaning it. She meant it now. There were moments when waiting at home, in safety and comfort, seemed an unendurable thing.

Can I help you? said Jane. Though Jane herself had no inkling of it, those words were the keynote of her character. Any one else would probably have said, What is the matter? But Jane always wanted to help: and, though she was too young to realize it, the tragedy of her little existence was that nobody ever wanted her help.

The wind was off shore, and only broke the sea's surface in to long, silvery ripples, and sent sheeny shadows flying out across it, from every point and headland, like transparent wings. The dusk was hanging a curtain of violet gloom over the sand-dunes and the headlands where gulls were huddling. The sky was faintly filmed over with scarfs of silken vapor. Cloud fleets rode at anchor along the horizons. An evening star was watching over the bar.

The other day Nan said, 'Nothing can ever be quite the same for any of us again.' It made me feel rebellious. Why shouldn't things be the same again - when everything is over and Jem and Jerry are back? We'll all be happy and jolly again and these days will seem just like a bad dream.

This is no common day, Mrs. Dr. dear, she said solemnly. Oh, Susan, there is no such thing as a common day. EVERY day has something about it no other day has. Haven't you noticed?