Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed

It's been a long time since I've seen you, Palmer. But you're just the same, only more so.

It 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.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting. One June evening, when

Darling, you're terribly mistaken about it all. God doesn't make bargains. He gives... gives without asking anything from us in return except love. When you ask Father or me for something you want, we don't make bargains with you... and God is ever and ever so much kinder than we are. And He knows so much better than we do what is good to give.

Allan thinks it is a proper book for a girl thirteen and three-quarters to read.

Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural.

Sometimes I wonder whether religion has been a curse or blessing to the world. It has much that is beautiful in it but it seems also to have caused hideous suffering

There's something taking about her, conceded Miss Cornelia. You never see her but she's laughing, and somehow it always makes you want to laugh too. She can't even keep a straight face in church. Una is ten—she's a sweet little thing—not pretty, but sweet. And Thomas Carlyle is nine. They call him Carl, and he has a regular mania for collecting toads and bugs and frogs and bringing them into the house.

When we forget god - He remembers us

What's the matter with you, Penny? You're not as good looking as you generally believe you are.

Güzel, hoÅŸ ÅŸeyler düÅŸünmek ve deÄŸerli hazineler gibi onlar? kalbinde saklamak daha iyi. DüÅŸüncelerime gülünmesinden veya hayret edilmesinden hoÅŸlanm?yorum.

Os pequenos prazeres da vida, doces e excelentes em seu momento, não deveriam ser a finalidade de toda a existência. Os mandamentos divinos deveriam ser buscados e seguidos; a vida celestial deveria começar aqui na Terra.

I'm afraid you both cry and laugh far too easily.

I love books. I hope when I grow up to be able to have lots of them.

But finally the day began to realize that she was growing old. Then a sort of pensiveness fell over her which dimmed yet intensified it; sharp angles, glittering points, melted away into curves and enticing gleams. The white harbour put on soft grays and pinks; the far-away hills turned amethyst.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

Tact is a faculty for meandering around to a given point instead of making a bee-line.

I think, said Jane decidedly, that I should apologise to God.

Now that the crisis had come she found herself able to confront it coolly - nay, more, to take a curious interest in it under all her secret fear and shame, as if some part of her had detached itself from the rest and was interestingly absorbing impressions and analyzing motives and describing settings.

at last tears were all wept out and the little patient ache that was to be in her heart until she died took their place.

you know you have the very same idea of sacredness of assumed responsibilities yourself. And you are right. Shirking responsibilities is the curse of our modern life — the secret of all the unrest and discontent that is seething in the world.

Whenever he got stuck for an idea, he would bang the Bible and shout very bitterly, 'Curse ye Meroz.' Poor Meroz got thoroughly cursed that day, whoever he was, Mrs. Dr. dear, said Susan.

It had been so ugly, and Walter hated ugliness.