Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

I think a great deal of those dogs, she said proudly. They are over a hundred years old, and they have sat on either side of this fireplace ever since my brother Aaron brought them from London fifty years ago. Spofford Avenue was called after my brother Aaron.

Sorumluluklar?yla cesaretle yüzleÅŸerek onlarla arkadaÅŸ oldu; t?pk? sorumluluklar?m?z? samimiyetle kabullendiÄŸimizde olduÄŸu gibi.

I like to fancy souls as being made out of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers… and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea… and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

The evening was bathed in a wonderful silence - and there was a sudden rift in the curdled clouds westward, and a lovely, pale, pinky-green lake of sky with a new moon in it.

We are all servants of some sort, and if the fact that we are faithful can be truthfully inscribed on our tombstones, nothing more need be added.

Admit you found it pleasant to be worshipped. Admit that you liked the idea of being a sort of dea ex machina--saving people from their own folly when they didn't in the least want to be saved from it.

Los dos sabían que la imaginación era la mejor forma de acceder a un mundo de felicidad y alegría

One of the reviews says the book radiates happiness and optimism. When I think of the conditions of worry and gloom and care under which it was written I wonder at this. Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life - I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.

Anne went back to Green Gables by way of the Birth Path, shadowy, rustling, fern-scented, through Violet Vale and past Willowmere, where dark and light kissed each other under the firs, and down through Lovers' Lane ... spots she and Diana had so named long ago. She walked slowly enjoying the sweetness of wood and field, and the starry summer twilight, and thinking soberly about the new duties she was to take up on the morrow.

Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less.

In two more years I'll be really grown up. It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big words then without being laughed at." "Ruby

Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing!

One dim wet evening in early spring, when a shabby old world was trying to wash the winter grime from its face before it must welcome April, there was wild music among the birches

there is a good deal more prose than poetry in life.

cubriré el pasado con el manto del olvido».

What a splendid day!' said Anne, drawing a long breath. 'Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

In a 'make-believe' assembly of choice spirits everybody says just the thing you want her to say and so gives you the chance to say just what you want to say.

You have yet to learn how kind time is. And life has something for you - I feel it. Go forward to meet it fearlessly, dear.

There's never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he's up and off to the lobster canneries or the States.

gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.

She felt as if love was all about her and around her, breathed out from some great, invisible, hovering Tenderness. One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was - and love was everywhere.

Burada hayal kurabileceÄŸim daha geniÅŸ bir alan var.

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. The shadow of the Great Conflict

I don't think it's any help that it's your habit. What would you think of a person who went about sticking pins and needles into people and saying, `Excuse me, you mustn't mind it. . .it's just a habit I've got.' You'd think he was crazy, wouldn't you?