Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

P.S.2. I have put in a new pen. And I love you because you aren't pompous like Dr. Carter . . . and I love you because you haven't got sticky-out ears like Johnny. And . . . the very best reason of all . . . I love you for just being Gilbert!

Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, said Emily breathlessly, when you hold the candle down like that it makes your face look just like a corpse! Oh, it's so interesting.

Andrew is going to be one of my problems. Dean thinks it's great fun--he knows what is in the wind as well as I do. He is always teasing me about my red-headed young man--my r.h.y.m. for short. He's almost a rhyme, said Dean. But never a poem, said I.

Freedom and independence were all very well, but one should not be a little fool.

Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across.

You know if we've got anything about us that hurts we shrink from anyone's touch on or near it. It holds good with our souls as well as our bodies, I reckon. Leslie's soul must be near raw - it's no wonder she hides it away.

Her advice is much like pepper, I think . . . excellent in small quantities but rather scorching in her doses.

The stars twinkled through the fir-trees and right and left the harbour range-lights shone like great earth stars. Presently a moon rose and there was a sparkling trail over the harbour like a lady's silken dress.

Or she may find out what is at the end of the harbor road…that wandering, twisting road like a nice red snake, that leads, so Elizabeth thinks, to the end of the world. Perhaps the Island of Happiness is there.

Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

He was a cat of double personality - or else, as Susan vowed, he was possessed by the devil.

Well, that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance. I never take much interest in foreign parts. Who's this Archduke man who has been murdered? What does it matter to us? asked Miss Cornelia, unaware of the hideous answer to her question, which destiny was even then preparing. Someone is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States. It's their normal condition and I don't really think that our papers ought to publish such shocking things.

I never knew before that religion was such a cheerful thing. I always thought it was kind of melancholy, but Mrs. Allan's isn't, and I'd like to be a Christian if I could be one like her.

I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, said Jane. Oh, I can easily understand that, said Anne thoughtfully. I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too...

And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy, assured Anne.

Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.

Well, I won't. Ludovic Speed and Theodora Dix live in Middle Grafton and Mrs. Rachel says he has been courting her for a hundred years. Won't they soon be too old to get married, Anne? I hope Gilbert won't court YOU that long. When are you going to be married, Anne? Mrs. Lynde says it's a sure thing. Mrs. Lynde is a— began Anne hotly; then stopped. Awful old gossip, completed Davy calmly. That's what every one calls her. But is it a sure thing, Anne? I want to know. You're

Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. You mayn't get the things themselves but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. - Anne Shirley

The kind of juvenile story I like best to write -- and read, too, for the matter of that -- is a good, jolly one, art for art's sake, or rather fun for fun's sake, with no insidious moral hidden away in it like a pill in a spoonful of jam!

I don't want to talk as much,' she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. 'It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures.

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.

Felicity, if I die from the effects of eating sawdust pudding, flavoured with needles, you'll be sorry you ever said such a thing to your poor old uncle, said Uncle Roger reproachfully.

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good - Anne Shirley