Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

There is some good in every person if you can find it. It is a teacher's duty to find and develop it.

Ye've only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.

It has been a prosy day for us, she said thoughtfully, but to some people it has been a wonderful day. Some one has been rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today-- or a great poem written-- or a great man born.

Cousin Jimmy gave me a whole dollar on the sly last week. I wish he had not given me so much. It worrys me. It is an awful responsibility. It will be so diffikult to spend it wisely also without Aunt Elizabeth finding out about it. I hope I shall never have a million dollars. I am sure it would crush me utterly.

And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

Anne always liked to get up early and catch that mystical half-hour before sunrise when the world belongs to the fairies and the old gods.

Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was someone who needed her – someone she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new.

Oh, I think some parts of it are fine, conceded Davy. That story about Joseph now—it's bully. But if I'd been Joseph Iwouldn't have forgive the brothers. No, siree, Anne. I'd have cut all their heads off.

of unquenchable sparkle and dream as ever. Behind her, in the hammock, Rilla Blythe was curled up, a fat, roly-poly little creature of

And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

You can never tell about those Yankees!

Good-bye, and may you always see a happy face in your looking-glass!

It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures.

There is such a place as fairyland—but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.

Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

She was an excellent target for teasing because she always took things so seriously.

Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the brave days of old, which Jem longed for, were gone for ever, and that never would it be necessary for the sons of Canada to ride forth to battle for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods...of the shore...of the meadows...of the night...of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

God is in His heaven. All is right in the world.

People who have to look after twins can't be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?

Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

God doesn't make bargains. He gives… gives without asking anything from us in return except love.

We are fighting to make those dear old places where we had played as children, safe for other boys and girls--fighting for the preservation and safety of all sweet, wholesome things.

Marilla Cuthbert was driving into the yard as Anne returned from the house, and the latter flew to get tea ready. They discussed the matter at the tea table. I'll be glad when the auction is over, said Marilla. It is too much responsibility having so much stock about the place and nobody but that unreliable Martin to look after them. He has never come back yet and he promised that he would certainly be back last