Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it…

It's so beautiful that it hurts me,' said Anne softly. 'Perfect things like that always did hurt me — I remember I called it the queer ache when I was a child. What is the reason that pain like this seems inseparable from perfection? Is it the pain of finality — when we realise that there can be nothing beyond but retrogression?' 'Perhaps,' said Owen dreamily, 'it is the prisoned infinite in us calling out to its kindred infinite as expressed in that visible perfection.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

I know that in everybody's life must come days of depression and discouragement when all things in life seem to lose savour. The sunniest day has its clouds;but one must not forget the sun is there all the time.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant…

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr, remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. It is the most contented sound in the world.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?

Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.

What care I if it be wild and improbable and lacking in literary art? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.

You don't know love when you see it. You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that.

Satirize wickedness if you must--but pity weakness.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen…wonderful things.