Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Mr. James Reese's buckwheat stubble-land, with its beautiful tones of red and brown, a crow parliament was being held, whereat solemn deliberations regarding the welfare of crowland were in progress. Faith cruelly broke up the august assembly by climbing up on the fence and hurling a broken rail at it. Instantly the air was filled with flapping black wings and indignant caws. Why did you do that? said Walter reproachfully. They were having such a good

Ilse lost her temper at once and went into a true Burnley tantrum. She was very fluent in her rages and the volley of abusive dictionary words which she hurled at Emily would have staggered most of the Blair Water Girls. But Emily was too much at home with words to be floored so easily; she grew angry too, but in a cool, dignified, Murray way which was more exasperating than violence.

There's a kind of failure that's the best success

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?

Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They're ringing for peace--and new happiness--and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver.

I like teaching, too, said Gilbert. It's good training, for one thing. Why, Anne, I've learned more in the weeks I've been teaching the young ideas of White Sands than I learned in all the years I went to school myself.

It doesn't hurt to love if you do not hope to be loved in return. I've never hoped to be loved in return--but it hurts damnably, said Roger.

Life was a wonderful, mysterious thing of persistent beauty.

Prose, rightly written and read, is sometimes as beautiful as poetry.

Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They're ringing for peace--and new happiness--and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver. Not that I am sane just now--I don't pretend to be. The whole world is having a little crazy spell today. Soon we'll sober down--and 'keep faith'--and begin to build up our new world. But just for today let's be mad and glad.

Cuando el crepúsculo deje caer su cortina y prenda allí una estrella, recuerda que tienes cerca una amiga, aunque la distancia te separe de ella.

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.

So you can, girl, if you use your ears. I only wanted you to be comfortable. You look so durned uncomfortable, standing there. Well, I'LL sit anyway. Norman accordingly sat down in the very place John Meredith had once sat. The contrast was so ludicrous that Rosemary was afraid she would go off into a peal of hysterical laughter over it. Norman cast his hat aside, placed his huge, red hands on his knees, and looked up at her with his eyes a-twinkle. Come, girl, don't be so stiff

Well, it was awful said, said Felicity, wiping her eyes. But it was long ago and we can't do any good by crying over it now. Let us go and get something to eat. I made some nice little rhubarb tarts this morning.

But, Felix, you may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never believe anything else, my boy.

The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They

Boys were to her, when she thought about them at all, merely possible good comrades.

That water looks as if it was smiling at me

I wish it had been me. It would have been such a romantic experience to have been nearly drowned. It would be such a thrilling tale to tell.

I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't distinguish between what is real and what isn't," said Marilla crossly.

And on Inkerman yet the wild bramble is gory, And those bleak heights henceforth shall be famous in story,'   quoted

Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure.

As for Barney Snaith, the only crime he has been guilty of is living to himself and minding his own business. He can, it seems, get along without you. Which is an unpardonable sin, of course, in your little snobocracy.

from Mr. Bell. Sorry, miss! Sorry isn't going to help matters any. You'd better go and look at the havoc that animal has made in my oats Ã¢â'¬Â¦ trampled them from center to circumference, miss. I am very sorry, repeated Anne firmly, but perhaps if you kept your fences in better repair Dolly might not have broken in. It is your part