Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

I ought to grow up successfully, and I'm sure it will be my own fault if I don't. I feel it's a great responsibility because I have only one chance. If I don't grow up right I can't go back and begin over again.

I have an ideal Sunday in my mind. Only, I am such a coward that I cannot translate it into the real, but must drift on with the current of conventionality. But I would like to go away on Sunday morning to the heart of some great solemn wood and sit down among the ferns with only the companionship of the trees and the wood-winds echoing through the dim, moss-hung aisles like the strains of some vast cathedral anthem. And I would stay there for hours alone with nature and my own soul.

was a clear, apple-green evening in May, and Four Winds Harbour was mirroring back the clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down the red harbour road along which Miss Cornelia's comfortable, matronly figure was making its way towards the village of Glen St. Mary.

Remember, there's more than one way to skin a cat. It can be done so that the animal will never know he's lost his hide.

Odada çok fazla eÅŸya var ve hepsi o kadar muhteÅŸem ki hayal edecek bir ÅŸey kalmam??. Fakir olman?n tek bir iyi taraf? var: Hayal edebileceÄŸin çok fazla ÅŸey oluyor.

I know that into everybody's life must come some days of depression and discouragement when all things in life seem to lose savor. The sunniest day has its clouds; but one must not forget that the sun is there all the time. How easy it is to be a philosopher - on paper! (Item: - If you are out in a cold, pouring rain, does it keep you dry to remember that the sun is there just the same?) Well, thank heaven no two days are ever exactly alike!

There are some people to whom life will never be anything more than a kitchen garden; and there are others to whom it will always be a royal palace with domes and minarets of rainbow fancy.

Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?" sobbed Anne. "What would you feel like if a white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?" "I'll risk it," said Marilla unfeelingly.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit

Art?k anlamaya baÅŸlad?m, büyümenin en kötü taraf? bu. Çocukken çok istediÄŸin ÅŸeyler, onlara ulaÅŸt???n zaman o kadar da harika görünmüyor.

But when you have huge thoughts you need to use large words to specific them, haven't you?

If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us, don't you think?

Having left Toronto on the morning train, they were in Charlottetown by mid-afternoon. Jane saw dad the moment she stepped off the train . . . grinning and saying, "Excuse me, but your face seems familiar. Are you by any chance . . ." but Jane had hurled herself at him. They had never been parted . . . she had never been away at all. The

Grief is ever proud.

Bazen, bir insan?n kalbini baÅŸka bir insana bu kadar geniÅŸ bir ÅŸekilde açmas?n?n son derece günah olduÄŸu hissine kap?l?yordu.

I don't think listening to Mr. Howard's arguments is likely to do me much harm. Mind you, I believe what I was brought up to believe. It saves a vast of bother—and back of it all, God is good. The trouble with Mr. Howard is that he's a leetle TOO clever. He thinks that he's bound to live up to his cleverness, and that it's smarter to thrash out some new way of getting to heaven than to go by the old track the common, ignorant folks is travelling.

The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures.

Oh, dad," cried this happiest of all Janes, "I know the very house." "You would," said dad.

I don't want them cured!" Emily was getting angrier and angrier all the time under the table. "I like my faults better than I do your — your—" she fumbled mentally for a word — then triumphantly recalled a phrase of her father's—"your abominable virtues!")

Bir insan? mutlu etmek istediÄŸinde yapabileceklerin gerçekten inan?lmaz, Marilla.

I feel tired and lonely and discouraged. Patience, sad heart. There's eternity. This life is only a cloudy day in what may be a succession of varied lifes.

Oh, Mar—Marilla," chattered Anne, "I'll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this.

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.

But the sparkle had come back to her eyes and a bit of the old ginger to her voice