Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

I always take the ground that us women ought to stand by each other. We've got enough to endure at the hands of the men, the Lord knows, so I hold we hadn't ought to clapper-claw one another

For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement.

She loved that quaint, little old room intensely; it was almost like a living thing to her - a sharer in gladness - a comforter in sorrow.

But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it. She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that. Wild horses won't drag the secret from me, promised Anne solemnly. How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow? But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to.

I'm glad I don't live in yesterday... that tomorrow is still a friend.

Minden reggel újrakezdés, minden reggel új világ.

Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods... of the shore... of the meadows... of the nigh... of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell you where I am by the quality of the silence about me.

Art?k gerçekleÅŸmeyen hayaller için yas tutmuyordu.

Isn't this evening just like a purple dream, Diana? It makes me so glad to be alive. In the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it's lovelier still.

Es la primera cosa que he visto que no podría ser mejorada por la imaginación.

Let the Piper come and welcome, he cried, waving his hand. I'LL follow him gladly round and round the world.

No sabes que solo los más tontos son los que hablan en serio todo el tiempo?

I've done my best, and I begin to understand what is meant by the joy of the strife. Next to trying and winning the best thing is trying and failing.

Seems to me you must always have been afraid to be young. It takes courage, I can tell you that

Miss Cornelia snipped her thread off as viciously as if, Nero-like, she was severing the neck of mankind by the stroke.

Jane was smiling and happy; examinations were over and she was comfortably sure she had made a pass at least; further considerations troubled Jane not at all; she had no soaring ambitions and consequently was not affected with the unrest attendant thereon. For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall for be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.

Si le dejaran elegir, ¿qué preferiría tener: una hermosura divina, una inteligencia deslumbrante o una bondad angelical?

More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me glad to be alive. It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting, if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

No. Faith never believed Mary Vance. I was dreadfully foolish to believe her, either. Faith loves you already—she has loved you ever since poor Adam was eaten. And Jerry and Carl will think it is jolly. Oh, Miss West, when you come to live with us, will you—could you—teach me to cook—a little—and sew—and— and—and do things? I don't know anything. I won't be much trouble—I'll try to learn fast.

It was such a nice feeling to know that someone was looking after you... that someone wanted you... that you were important to someone.

Anne always said that Esme Dalley had an iron will under all her sweetness and the doctor had a great deal of respect for the intuition of his wife.

Perhaps," said Owen dreamily, it is the prisoned infinite in us calling out to its kindred infinite as expressed in that visible perfection.