Quotes from L.M. Montgomery

Pigs MAY whistle, but they've poor mouths for it, said Miss Cornelia.

Robert Baxter isn't often known to tell the truth." "Come, come, Cornelia, I think he generally tells the truth, but he changes his opinion so often it sometimes sounds as if he didn't.

Sure and ye've only got to live one day at a time, darlint. One can always be living just one more day.

Susan Baker and the Anne Shirley of other days saw her coming, as they sat on the big veranda at Ingleside, enjoying the charm of the cat's light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples

Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.

I'm getting quite expert at marketing. It's better fun than flirting, concluded Phil gravely. Everything is going up scandalously, sighed Stella. Never mind. Thank goodness air and salvation are still free, said Aunt Jamesina.

wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?

It's—it's—just like a man, said Miss Cornelia helplessly.

don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble

Bets seemed to die afresh every time there was something Pat wanted to share with her and could not.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.

Knitting is something you can do, even when your heart is going like a trip-hammer and the pit of your stomach feels all gone and your thoughts are catawampus. Then when I see the headlines, be they good or be they bad, I calm down and am able to go about my business again.

If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far away and birds singing in you branches, you could grow, couldn't you? But you can't where you are. I know just exactly how you feel, little trees.

It really was dreadful to be so different from other people... and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were being strayed from another star.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world.

I was just trying to write out some of my thoughts, as Professor Hamilton advised me, but I couldn't get them to please me. They seem so still and foolish directly they're written down on white paper and black ink. Fancies are like shadows... you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things. But perhaps I'll learn the secret someday if I keep trying.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place;

What a family! Anne repeated exultantly.

There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

If we never have any adventures we'll have nothing to remember when we get old.

Ah, insan?n hedeflerinin olmas? harika bir ÅŸey. Bir sürü hedefim olduÄŸu için çok mutluyum. Üstelik hedeflerin asla bir sonu yok gibi görünüyor; en iyi taraf? da bu. Bir hedefine ula??r ulaÅŸmaz, hemen daha yukar?da ???ldayan baÅŸka bir tanesini görüyorsun. Bu durum hayat? son derece ilginç k?l?yor.

He jumped into the pond to drown himself once and then changed his mind and swum out again. Wasn't that like a man?

Rebecca Dew was waving it.

Endi?elenmek biraz i?e yar?yor, sanki bir ?eyler yap?yormu? gibi hissediyorsun.