Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

I am well in body though considerably rumpled up in spirit.

I heard someone once say that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,' murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom 'home' must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.

I'm in the depths of despair! (Anne of Green Gables)

Before this war is over,' [Walter] said - or something said through his lips - 'every man and woman and child in Canada will feel it - you, Mary, will feel it - feel it to your heart's core. You will weep tears of blood over it. The Piper has come - and he will pipe until every corner of the world has heard his awful and irresistible music. It will be years before the dance of death is over - years, Mary. And in those years millions of hearts will break.

I've a pocket full of dreams to sell, said Teddy, whimsically,... What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A dream of success--a dream of adventure--a dream of the sea--a dream of the woodland--any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

You are the only person who loves me in the world, said Elizabeth. When you talk to me I smell violets.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

Despair is a free man—hope is a slave.

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

The future is yet an untrodden path full of wonderful possibilities.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not hidden--only ugliness and deformity.