Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

It can't be very pleasant getting used to living - no pleasanter than getting used to stopping it.

You needn't be a mite afraid to sleep in that bed. I aired the sheets today Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Marilla didn't know I did it and gave them another airing Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Millie didn't know either of us did and gave them a third.

She understood that she must not write merely to win fame for herself or even for the higher motive of pure pleasure in her work. She must aim, however humbly, to help her readers to higher planes of thought and endeavor. Then and only then would it be worth while.

I do not know the difference between them, for the politics of the Yankees is a puzzle I cannot solve, study it as I may. But as far as seeing through a grindstone goes, I am afraid— Susan shook her head dubiously, that they are all tarred with the same brush.

Then I told him I was worried because I knew I ought to love God better than anything but there were things I loved better than God. He said "What things?" and I said flowers and stars and the Wind Woman and the Three Princesses and things like that. And he smiled and said "But they are just a part of God, Emily - every beautiful thing is.

He began to speak dreamily, partly because he wanted to thrill his companions a little, partly because something apart from him seemed to be speaking through his lips. The Piper is coming nearer, he said, he is nearer than he was that evening I saw him before. His long, shadowy cloak is blowing around him. He pipes—he pipes—and we must follow—Jem and Carl and Jerry and I—round and

She wanted to be alone—to think things out—to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world into which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered as to her own identity. Was she—could she be—the same Rilla Blythe who had

Looks like a cartoon of himself.

Has creado en tu imaginación algo que crees que es el amor y esperas que la realidad se parezca a ello.

Ä°ÅŸte, bir umut daha yok oldu. Hayat?m, gömülmüÅŸ umutlar?n muhteÅŸem mezarl???d?r.

Freedom!' Mrs. Lynde sniffed. 'Freedom! Don't talk like a Yankee, Anne.

Twenty years ago when he was caught pasturing his cow in the Lowbridge graveyard. I always think of it when he is praying in meeting.

what perverted shapes thwarted love can take.

Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with … making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself.

EÄŸer kendimle ilgili kurduÄŸum hayalleri anlatmama izin verirseniz, çok daha ilginç olduÄŸunu göreceksiniz.

They were all there, squatted in the little open glade—Faith and Una, Jerry and Carl, Jem and Walter, Nan and Di, and Mary Vance. They had been having a special celebration, for it would be Jem's last evening in Rainbow Valley. On the morrow he would leave for Charlottetown to attend Queen's Academy. Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young heart.

It was nice to live where you could show how capable you were. This was her own world and she was a person of importance in it. There was a joy in her heart the clock round.

Gün ?????n?n alt?nda parlayan muhteÅŸem beyazl?k, geçmiÅŸin tüm hatalar?n? ve utançlar?n? örten bir iyilik örtüsü gibi görünüyordu. Anne ÅŸark? söyleyerek giyindi: Her sabah yeni bir baÅŸlang?çt?r, Her sabah dünya yeniden canlan?r.

Ä°nsanlar size kar?? iyi davranmaya çal???yorlarsa, bunu baÅŸaramad?klar? zaman pek fazla umursamazs?n?z.

You set your heart too much on things, Anne," said Marilla, with a sigh. "I'm afraid there'll be a great many disappointments in store for you through life." "Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them

Josie is a Pye," said Marilla

Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em