Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Oh, Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love everybody I see,' she exclaimed as she washed the breakfast dishes. 'You don't know how good I feel! Wouldn't it be nice if it could last?

Pero hay un consuelo, se ahorrará un montón de problemas y sufrimientos si muere joven.

Yine de çok çabalamak da önemli bir ÅŸey say?l?r, deÄŸil mi?

you know what Lowell says, 'Not failure but low aim is crime.' We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With

He said, '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

É fácil demais ser mau sem se dar conta disso, não é?

It's all right to have our mite boxes for the heathen, and send missionaries to them. They're far away and we don't have to associate with them. But I don't want to have to sit in a pew with a hired boy.

If there is anything coming it may as well come soon and be done with, for with all these rags to dye before supper I have no time to waste in flirting

You must excuse me, Anne. I've got a habit of being outspoken and folks mustn't mind it. But they can't help minding it. And 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?

Birazc?k taktir, bazen özenli bir ÅŸekilde yetiÅŸtirme kadar faydal? olurdu.

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting.

Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the 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

ourselves — so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.

Well, they're splendid to amuse children with, said Diana. Fred and Small Anne look at the pictures by the hour. I amused ten children without the aid of Eaton's catalogue, said Mrs. Rachel severely.

Yine de bir öÄŸretmen, yeteneÄŸini iyi bir ÅŸekilde kullan?rsa neler olaca?? hiç belli olmazd?.

Mrs. Binnie says we throw out more with a spoon than the men can be bringing in with a shovel...Binnie-like. Our men like the good living. And what if we don't be having too much money, Patsy dear? Sure and we do have lashings of things no money could be buying. There'll be enough squeezed out for Cuddles when the time comes. The Good Man Above will be seeing to that.

Åžüpheci olmak insan?n güvende olmas?n? saÄŸlard?.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

It simply makes me sense happy to be alive—it's such an exciting global. It wouldn't be 1/2 so thrilling if we realize all approximately everything, would it not? There'd be no scope for creativeness then, might there?

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

Fakat hayaller diyar?nda dolaÅŸaca?? zaman oraya tek ba??na gitmesi gerektiÄŸini uzun zaman önce öÄŸrenmiÅŸti. Oraya giden yol, en sevdiÄŸi arkada??n?n bile Anne'i takip edemeyeceÄŸi, büyülü bir yoldu.

Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years—each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

as time went on and autumn passed and winter came with its beautiful bare-limbed trees, and soft pearl-grey skies the were slashed with rifts of gold in the afternoons, and cleared to a jewelled pageantry of stars over the wide white hills and valleys around New Moon.

It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity. CHAPTER 12 A Solemn Vow and Promise