Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.

Dream after dream comes true—or rather is made true by persevering effort.

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.' Isn't that worth learning

I am rather interested in Millicent Drew's case myself. I never had a beau, much less two, and I do not mind now, for being an old maid does not hurt when you get used to it. Millicent's hair always looks to me as if she had swept it up with a broom. But the men do not seem to mind that. They see only her pretty, piquant, mocking, little face, Susan. That may very well be, Mrs. Dr. dear.

Pienso que una persona verdaderamente perfecta, sería algo muy poco interesante

And then the petty jealousy of these small prunes-and-prisms places — if you do anything the people you went to school with can't do some of them will never forgive you.

one sin demands another to cover it.

EÄŸer kad?nlara oy kullanma hakk? tan?n?rsa, çok yak?nda muhteÅŸem bir deÄŸiÅŸim göreceÄŸimizi söylüyor.

Akl?mdan sürekli yaÄŸmurun her ÅŸeye ne kadar iyi geleceÄŸini, bahçemin ona ne kadar ihtiyac? olduÄŸunu geçirip durdum ve yaÄŸmur damlalar? düÅŸmeye baÅŸlad???nda çiçeklerle tomurcuklar?n neler düÅŸünmüÅŸ olabileceÄŸini merak ettim.

Well, that is another hope gone. 'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

You'll get so tired of Blair Water — you'll know all the people in it — what they are and can be — it'll be like reading a book for the twentieth time.

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously;

that special Providence which looks after simple-minded old souls in their dangerous excursions into the world

Aunt Elizabeth," she cried, "the kitten wasn't drowned after all—and I am going to keep it." "You're not," said Aunt Elizabeth. Emily looked her aunt in the face. Again she felt that odd sensation that had come when Aunt Elizabeth brought the scissors to cut her hair. "Aunt Elizabeth, this poor little kitten is cold and starving, and oh, so miserable. It has been suffering for hours. It shall not be drowned again.

You've been lying awake at three o'clock too long, said Barney, shaking her. That's all that's the matter with you. Love you! Oh, don't I love you!

Anne was graciously pleased to accept it and rewarded the donor with a smile which exalted that infatuated youth straightway into the seventh heaven of delight and caused him to make such fearful errors in his dictation that Mr. Phillips kept him in after school to rewrite it.

Jill, like Nan, was at the stage when she adored villains. There was no surer passport to her favour than to look as if you were the wreck of a misspent life. 'Or a remorseful pirate,' Nan had said. 'It would be better still for him to be an unremorseful one,' said Diana. Jill felt that she would die for an unremorseful pirate.

Anne bir zamanlar Marilla'ya, Her ÅŸeye raÄŸmen en hoÅŸ ve tatl? günlerin çok muhteÅŸem, olaÄŸanüstü veya heyecan verici ÅŸeylerin olduÄŸu günler deÄŸil, bir ipte kayan inciler gibi usulca birbirini takip eden basit, küçük mutluluklar getiren günler olduÄŸuna inan?yorum, demiÅŸti.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den—walk up to a girl—a strange girl—an orphan girl—and demand of her why she wasn't a boy.

I favor the smell of sweet-grass. It always makes me think of my mother." "She was fond of it?" asked Anne. "Not that I knows on. Dunno's she ever saw any sweet-grass. No, it's because it has a kind of motherly perfume — not too young, you understand — something kind of seasoned and wholesome and dependable — jest like a mother.

Ma vie est un parfait cimetière d'espoirs ensevelis.

Olmad???n? tabii ki biliyordum ama olduÄŸunu düÅŸünmekten vazgeçecek deÄŸildim.

Rosemary was quite used to being warned by Ellen from philandering if she so much as talked five minutes to any marriageable man under eighty or over eighteen. She had always laughed at the warning with unfeigned amusement. This time it did not amuse her—it irritated her a little. Who wanted to philander?