Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

If it had not rained on a certain May morning Valancy Stirling's whole life would have been entirely different. She would have gone, with the rest of her clan, to Aunt Wellington's engagement picnic and Dr. Trent would have gone to Montreal. But it did rain and you shall hear what happened to her because of it.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Her beauty is the least of her dower-and she is the most beautiful woman I've ever known. That laugh of hers! I've angled all summer to evoke that laugh, just for the delight of hearing it.

Something just flashes into your mind, so exciting, and you must out with it. If you stop to think it over, you spoil it all.

She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself. How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie? About half a dozen, my dear.

It was so easy to defy once you got started. The first step was the only one that really counted.

Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it isn't — it's firmly fastened at one end.

We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

Favour is deceitful and beauty is vain, but I should not have minded finding that out for myself, if it had been so ordained. I have no doubt we will all be beautiful when we are angels, but what good will it do us then?

Never on painter's canvas lives The charm of his fancy's dream.

Anne? said Dacy sitting up in bed and propping his chin on his hands, Anne, where is sleep? People go to sleep every night, and of course I know it's a place where I do things I dream, but I want to know where it is and how to get there and back without knowing anything about it . . . and in my nighty too. Where is it?

Once in a thousand years, you know, one cat is allowed to speak. My cats are philosophers-neither of them ever cries over spilt milk.

But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.

I don't believe Old Nick can be so very ugly,' said Aunt Jamesina reflectively. 'He wouldn't do so much harm if he was. I always think of him as a rather handsome gentleman.

I feel sorry now myself," admitted Davy, "but the trouble is I never feel sorry for doing things till after I've did them.

Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?

I detest that woman [Rachel Lynde] more than anybody I know. She can put a whole sermon, text, comment, and application, into six words, and throw it at you like a brick.

I hear the Wind Woman running with soft, soft footsteps over the hill. I shall always think of the wind as a personality. She is a shrew when she blows from the north -- a lonely seeker when she blows from the east -- a laughing girl when she comes from the west -- and tonight from the south a little grey fairy.

we lost our son, Anne, as did many others, but we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring.

People who don't like cats, said Valancy, attacking her dessert with a relish, always seem to think that there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

You could not fence with an antagonist who met rapier thrust with blow of battle axe.

I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is TOO MUCH. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came.

He was one of your wicked, fascinating men. After he got married he left off being fascinating and just kept on being wicked.