Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Keyifli ÅŸeyler bittiÄŸinde her zaman üzülürüm. Arkas?ndan daga keyifli ÅŸeyler de gelebilir ama asla emin olamazs?n?z. Ve çoÄŸunlukla da daha keyifli olmaz. En az?ndan benim tecrübelerim öyle.

What a starved, unloved life she had had—a life of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the lines of Anne's history and divine the truth.

Well, I'm glad Esme and Trix are both happy. Since my own little romance is in flower I am all the more interested in other people's. A nice interest, you know. Not curious or malicious but just glad there's such a lot of happiness spread about.

A country Sabbath is suggestive of rest and peace and quiet--sleepy blue skies, shadows golden and green, sunny fields, and the pink and snow of apple blossoms. June is at her height of radiant loveliness now. What a pity it is such a short time. I am here in my old room--my little absolute kingdom. Here I read, write and dream. My favourite pictures adorn the walls, my well read books are on their shelves and my clock ticks me cheerful company.

I hope some one will always need me," said Anne to Dusty Miller. "And it's wonderful, Dusty Miller, to be able to give happiness to somebody.

Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!

Hayal kurman?n en kötü yan?, durmak zorunda kalman?z. Bu insan?n can?n? çok yak?yor.

When Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly: Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your clothes all about the floor when you took them off. That is a very untidy habit, and I can't allow it at all. As soon as you take off any article of clothing fold it neatly and place it on the chair. I haven't any use at all for little girls who aren't neat.

Bir ÅŸey için cezaland?r?ld?ysan, onun için piÅŸman olman gerekmez.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people . . . and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star. Hazel would not have been one of the common herd for anything . . . no matter what she suffered by reason of her differentness.

It's hard enough now, so I won't make it any harder. I want to go out so much—everything seems to be calling to me, 'Anne, Anne, come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want a playmate'—but it's better not. There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, 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.  

The ten year old Ingleside twins violated twin tradition by not looking in the least alike. Anne, who was always called Nan, was very pretty, with velvety nut-brown eyes and silky nut-brown hair. She was a very blithe and dainty little maiden—Blythe by name and blithe by nature, one of her teachers had said. Her complexion was quite faultless, much to her mother's satisfaction. I'm so glad I have one daughter who can wear pink, Mrs. Blythe was wont to say jubilantly.

DüÅŸünsenize öÄŸretmenim, gün bat?m?n?n içindeyim. Ve neymiÅŸ tahmin edin? Gün bat?m?, bütünüyle bir çiçekler diyar?ym??.

Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them.

There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blent with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any

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 were

EÄŸer onlardan kopar?lacaksan?z, bir ÅŸeyleri sevmenin bir anlam? yok, öyle deÄŸil mi? Bir ÅŸeyleri sevmekten kaç?nmak da çok zor, deÄŸil mi?

Anlayaca??n?z, gün bat?m?nda zaman buradakinden çok daha uzun.

There is no pleasure in life like the joy of achievement.

Tecrübelerime göre eÄŸer kafan?za koyarsan?z, neredeyse her ÅŸeyden zevk alabilirsiniz.

not true—it's not, gasped Rilla. The thing would be—ridiculous, said Gertrude Oliver—and then she laughed horribly. Susan

Marilla is eighty-five," said Anne with a sigh. "Her hair is snow-white. But, strange to say, her eyesight is better than it was when she was sixty.