Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

And it was so nice to see her again and have a long talk over old times. Her sister Em was there, too, with such a delicious baby." "You talk as if it was something to eat," grunted Mrs. Gibson. "Babies are common enough." "Oh, no, babies are never common," said Anne, bringing a bowl of water for Mrs. Gibson's roses. "Every one is a miracle.

I wrote a chapter. A burden rolled away from my spirit. And I was suddenly back in my own world with all my dear Avonlea and Glen folks again. It was like going home...

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,' Mrs. Morris told her. I've heard that proverb all my life, said Myra Murray, and I wonder if it's true. Perhaps the birds in the bush could sing and the one in the hand couldn't.

un corazón roto no es ni la mitad de terrible que en los libros. Es como tener una muela picada, aunque no te parezca un símil muy romántico: te duele de vez en cuando y te da alguna que otra mala noche, pero entretanto te deja disfrutar de la vida, los sueños, los ecos y los caramelos como si no pasara nada.

clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, ...

But I can't believe in fairies myself, protested Emily sorrowfully. I wish I could. But you are a fairy yourself

Mr. Carpenter says fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world. "'Cast it out, Jade,' he says—'cast it out of your heart. Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it. Remember your Emerson—"always do what

What is the matter with Harrison Miller, anyway?

Pero si uno tiene grandes ideas debe usar grandes palabras para expresarlas, ¿no es verdad?

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.

No, Diana, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious. Where? sobbed Carrie Sloane. Oh, where, Anne?

But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world, as Mrs. Lynde says. Mrs. Lynde isn't exactly a comforting person sometimes, but there's no doubt she says a great many very true things.

Red Currants are such beautiful things, aren't they Dora? It's just like eating jewels, isn't it?

Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them

Es la primera vez que veo una cosa que no puedo mejorar con la imaginación. Y me ha hecho sentir algo especial aquí. —dijo, poniendo la mano sobre el pecho—. Como dolor y placer al mismo tiempo.

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 — it's such an interesting world.

Isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and... and... dusky.

But I said 'no' flat to that. 'They may be all right—I'm not saying they're not—but no London street Arabs for me,' I said. 'Give me a native born at least. There'll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I'll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian.

Isn't that a view worth looking at? Nice and far from the marketplace, ain't it? No buying and selling and getting gain. You don't have to pay anything- all that sea and sky free- 'without money and without price.

If you buy your experience it's your own. So it's no matter how much you pay for it. Somebody else's experience can never be yours. Well, it's a funny old world.

un sourire ou un mot gentil, cette personne le recevait comme un rayon de soleil et, ne serait-ce qu'un instant, voyait sa vie illuminée d'espoir, de bonheur et d'optimisme.

She was still haunted by the ghost of the cake she had drowned.

Eric turned abruptly away to hide his emption and on his face was a light as of one who sees a great glory widening and deepening down the vista of his future.

and Jerry and I—round and round the world. Listen— listen—can't you hear his wild music? The girls shivered. You know you're only pretending, protested Mary Vance, and I wish you wouldn't.